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Martha

Martha, oh Martha where’s the ketchup?
Martha, oh where’s the blueberry jam?
Martha, you do it all and then some
Oh but Martha, do you know who I AM?
Oh Martha.., better ask who I AM!

Haunted by dreams of the might have been
Keep on tryin’ and then try again
Look back in time, put your nose to the grindstone
Get it all done and do it all alone

You got lists, others make lists for you
No time for you to ponder about
Put one foot just in front of the other
Always angry but you can’t let it out…

Sometimes it seems others do it different
Sometimes you think you might change things up
But people are beggin’ for your time and know-how
They want you to fill their empty cup

Martha, oh Martha where’s the ketchup?
Martha, oh where’s the blueberry jam?
Martha, you do it all and then some
Oh but Martha, do you know who I AM?
Oh Martha.., better ask who I AM!

Paeans to the Blind

Although it’s dark beyond the shoreline
the waves’ voice still does shine
Crashin’ in the fog and rhymin’
Paeans to the blind

Siren song, it’s silky
Mist and salt so fine
Turnin’ from the easy answers
To wrestle me with mine

When’s the farthest distance?
Can I fly that high?
Where’s the how and who will answer?
When I ask of why?

Don’t mean to make it hard for you
But easy can’t be mine
Need to find a way to weave
Sense and the sublime

I get away with fancy words
Or so I have been told
I started talkin’ early
Won’t quit till I’m too old

Babble about trifles
To argue ain’t a crime
But questions don’t get answered
By voices with no mind

So I dream of castles
Where fountains flow with truth
And there the sages gather
At the info booth

Fill their minds with wonders
To ponder ‘til they’re blind
Listen to waves as they sing
Paeans to their kind

written on 3/26/2012

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