The august moon is gone

As soon as you take notice of it

Stay awake to witness the new dawn of

A brighter day

The world becomes our playground with the dawn

We've always made the time to share the night

This evenings summer storm

Didn't make a strong impression

But right before the dark turns into light for

Dawn Anna

A welcoming birdsong will call her name

Til the dawn

Til the sun fills in the sky

I'll see that sparkle in your eye

I'll wait for you Dawn Anna through the night

The august moon is gone

As soon as you take notice of it

Stay awake to witness the new dawn of

A brighter day

The world becomes our playground with the dawn

Waiting for Dawn Anna through the night..

Had a drink with the poet

Another would be wrong

Had another..

From the poet that night came

The addict song:

It all fades, he said

All of it real or imagined,

Gesturing wildly, It's gone.

Music is my song

Intro to Outro

Melodies don't belong like

The inbetweens and outstretching arms

Of a good songs pause for silence

It can predict:

An artists fading life

Fading waves after the tide

Fading concern for the current

A bump can hit you harder and faster

A shot to the bloodstream

Affects the senses as equally

As a shotglass connects to the bar with a thud

Whence it begins to fade.

The poet raised his glass of bitter

And gazed upwards to a yellowed lamp:

"I fear the day I'll ever have enough,

Ever longing for yet another song,

From top to bottom to carry on,

Every last note, every last addiction.

(c) e~b~martin

Dreams are but emanations of the moon

Lit by a redemptive sun

Swimming through brain matter

Enclosed and feeding on the food

Dropped by the hand of god

Dreams furnished with plastic

Representations of lucid materials

Matters at hand or mouth (if you will)

Become microble and manipulative

In the waves of wind and gravities wake

Dreams like fish

Swim free as fish can be

Electrically heated, controlled

Empowered by words never said

Nor comprehended

As for this fishbowl that is mine

As I stare in from without

Awake

I still can't imagine what sustains me

What I might yet find within.

(c) eb martin

I am sick of being human

Being that I'm healthy

I cannot justify my place

Anymore, than I can blame

Others for my condition

I am weary of this

And that of which

I refer to - this condition

Why we proliferate extravegance

Fear and hatred

Torture, control, manipulation

I - like so many others before

Will likely never know

I am sick to death

Of my whining and dissatisfied

Siblings squabbling and scrambling

For some idea of truth

Even altruism is deemed

Impossible amongst my family

We invented altruism

But it seems we have

This condition

No doctor I know of

Can heal me, I'm quite certain

This is not - to me

A medical or psychological condition

Though many would argue

As many would have a suitable

Prescription - for this condition

It seems is out of our control

And that's just sick.

(c) ebmartin yesterdaytodaytomorrow

Your fame,Your glory, Yours.

I became a man in your country,

Your factories and outlets and scams and

Rivals and the righteous and the just wrong and the

Humanity through bureaucracy and peace,

sigh,..and peace.

I am at peace, I have seen the world in your country,

It is there to be seen, and it is there where my hope,

My heart, remains.

Your country, Our world, One peace.

(c)ebmartin July 4 2008

Welcome to my poem, young and old, you

At anxietys' bay, can freely bath in my waters:

This is a poem for another, but its reach

Ambitiously seeks your consort.

Days that become months and years

Are recalled here; within these stanzas

Lovers, haters, fuckers, baiters and the great defeated

Dwell in strange extravaganza.

Immersed in the world o' my po'tree, you'll consider

The worth of my content-

It's really (more or less) the paper not invested in, or

More poetic: an impotent omnipotent, seeking relavence.

Here is the part in which I might digress:

There are frogs: calling home to their planets:

An old blow-hard contest: and a publisher

Pulling on thinning grey hairs in awe, out of habit.

O, let us not forget fireworks! Spewing victorious spunk

In the all too familiar depths of night, silent and deadly.

But what are these gun-powder tributes to glory-

These overt signals of prodding, designed for? Not me!

Every avenue of entertainment spreads a viral goo juice

Squeezed from the freshest, albeit earthly vein.

Life givers, bottom feeders, jelly-boned anemone

Taking credit, credit taken from your pains:

Brought to an end, of oration, or any such type of relation

A poem is what I have given into the vast wherever you are

In hopes of finding you healthy, if not the wiser

More or less better, having picked me from an open jar.

(c)ebmartin tonight

I was only wandering from face to face

Always dreamin always leaving without a trace

Always eager for the next death defying escape

Gonna live til I die

When I lie in my state of grace

State of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace

She was a wild child right out of the gate

She was faster she was wiser than anyone in the race

Y'Couldn't pull her in anymore than she'd wait

For an answer

She'd reach that finish line

In a state of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace

State of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace

I find women to be heavenly and men are all just boys

She could find and wind me up like a personal toy

When I couldn't leave her I thought this must be joy

Then I wandered away from her

And her

State of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace

State of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace

Grace was a woman I knew

State of grace I caught a glimpse at you

And your..

State of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace

State of gra-a-ace

State of gra-ace...

Why the sun doesn't shine

When you've been on my mind

Makes me wonder

How every sad and lonely note

That comes through my radio

Makes me die

Or the tide can make you feel

Like you can float when you're

Really going under

None of it really matters much to me

I'm only glad that you're alive

What goes up stays up

What goes down stays down

They'll have you believing

Who the hell knows what's what

When the stakes keep goin up

Around heavens' gate

In the land of milk and honey's

Where guns and drugs are money

Still not bleeding and

None of it really matters much to me

I'm only glad that you're alive

A lonely man with a family

Somewhere down the street

Says now he's living

A model of societies approval

Doesn't  make you want to try

In the land of milk and honey

Where guns and drugs are money

Still not bleeding

None of it really matters much to me

I'm only glad that you're alive

I'm saying none of it's gonna get me down..

Since you're alive

There was a house by a house by a house by the road

The road was wide and cars were constant

For a cat found in a garage in another house

To never challenge For a cat that prowled from day one

Instinctively For a cat who/that has mannerisms of a dog

From companionship and care as a kitten

The road was a demon for a hero to slay

Not for a cat

(c)ebmartin/

TELL ME YOUR DREAMS

(c) ebmartin/ebmsongs/socan

She walked right up to me

To tell me her dreams

She said tell me your dreams

She said the world is crumbling

But the universe is humbling

It's not what it seems

Tell me your dreams

My dreams have been stranger

Than they've ever been

Tell me your dreams

She's having the same ones

Seems like everyone

Is having these dreams

Tell me your dreams

It was bound to happen wasn't it

Never thought we'd rise above it

She said tell me your dreams

There's a place for love

Without a face or a body where

Everything is what it seems

Tell me your dreams

Have you ever counted jetstreams,

On any average summer day,

Where you could see beyond pollution,

Or weather in the way?

Looks like a kind of invasion,

Too many to chase away.

Must be a song there somewhere,

......A digital picture print,

Stanza lines,

__________Disjointed,

__________________sublime,

To purge my discouragment.

Oil on canvas swish around,

Planes pop and drop thru the air,

Doesn't anyone care?

Now there's a song there somewhere

I'm a painting song lyric poem

Sent and recieved to you

If Chinas' missiles can make it rain

Imagine what we can do!

We can make it a mental vacation

New and exotic like Timbuktu

Must be a song there somewhere,

......A digital picture print,

Stanza lines,

__________Disjointed,

__________________sublime,

To purge my discouragment.

Oil on canvas swish around,

Planes pop and drop thru the air,

Doesn't anyone care?

Now there's a song there somewhere...

Now there's a song there somewhere...

Now there's a song there somewhere...

For underSTANDing Friends;

I'VE never BEEN alONE

Nothings ever REALly HURT me

This BIRDcage of MY SOULs

As GOOD as IT can be

I was Taught There'D

Be Questions NEVER answered

And Asking Questions's

How I'll LEARN to Be Free!

I want to KNOW why

I FEEL this NEED to keep MOVing

What I want to KNOW is

PEACE is more than runnin away

HOW can I Accept all the HIDden Mysteries

When historIES and FICTions'r all the same?

I'VE never BEEN Gone

SOMEtimes it FEELS like I'VE always been Here

This BIRDcage of MY SOULs

As GOOD as it WILL be

ALL I have to Know is

That One Day comin Quickly

Sooner or Later

I'll be Free

I want to KNOW why

I FEEL this NEED to keep MOVing

What I want to KNOW is

PEACE is POSSible TODAY!

HOW can I Accept all the HIDden Mysteries

When historIES and FICTions'r all the same?

ALL I Think I Know is

One Day Can Come Quickly

One Day Soon or Later

Is When

I'll be Free

ALL I have to Know is

That One Day maybe Quickly

Sooner or Later

We'll all be Free

One Day

Sooner or Later I'LL be Free.

(c) ebmartin/ebmsongs/socan ~ 25 June 2oo8

Nothing left to do nothing to complete

Invisible hands control everything

Except your dreams

Go back to sleep

Go back to sleep.

Let Atlas shrug all he wants to let him shrug

Who self destructs the planet does not us

Profiteers will cheer for anything

Except your dreams

Go back to sleep

Go back to sleep.

Say your prayers may your wishes all come true

E pluribus unum stands for you

You can take it laying down don't take it to the street

You can dream

Go back to sleep

Go back to sleep.

It's much too late to change now go to sleep

Propaganda is a dream dreams land you on your feet

You think shits creek is deeper than it seems

Go back to sleep

Go back to sleep.

(c)ebmartin/ebmsongs/socan/now

California's burnin

Missouri Rivers churnin

Remembering  George Carlin

'You're all diseased'

Mother Nature's sterile

In parts she's just in peril

Better a Bush in a barrel

Than two hands on the wheel

Because - we ain't goin nowhere

We've ever been before

We're not drivin round in circles anymore

Enjoy a bottle a water

Testosterone as fodder

Til there's nothin to hunt & gather

Anymore than what's been squeezed

We gotta fight for what we're given

Ain't no other life worth livin

Than yer own life cuz yer driven

Til there's nothin left to steal

Because - we ain't goin nowhere

We've ever been before

We're not drivin round in circles anymore

We ain't givin nothin

Generations ahead can call somethin

Les we stop drivin round in circles anymore

Because - we ain't goin nowhere

We've ever been before

REST IN PEACE G. CARLIN REST IN PEACE