Oh, soothsayer, Olde Poor Player

Endless night, and Come-one-day-er

Speak the future, Say a prayer

Tell our people of what will be

Long-assed travels, long-assed journey

Ever turning, ever yearning

In our hearts forever burning

Sweet desire of eyes to see

Compelling Nature

Never bolder, never colder

Never born yet never older

Love and passion’s hard withholder

Show the way, and light the fire

Come ye hither, come ye yonder

Old prophetic union bonder

Speak of times when we were fonder

Full of lust and love’s desire

Calmly Distraught

Once were peaceful, once were charming

Never hurting, never harming

Never killing, now embalming

Breathless corpses so newly made

Rebel priest you rebel cantor

Fill our souls with pointless banter

Raging youth outrageous rant-er

Creating games so recent played

Broken Offspring

Give new purpose, give new meaning

Thus enlighten, deftly gleaning

Skillful ways and means of screening

Traps of quicksand, tar pits flowing

Oil filled masses stuck and smelling

Burning nostrils so compelling

Well-kept secrets never telling

What direction we’re all going

Red Man Heap Minority

craig rory lombardi, bronx born

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NYC incarnate. Snake hips chicken lips and other flights of fanciful whimsy. Musician, Renaissance Mo-Fo, Beatnik, Philosopher, Feminist. Purist of the impure!

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