Emotions and Feelings

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship, My senses have been stripped, My hands can’t feel to grip, My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’.

And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life and life only

But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked.

Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’, But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’, And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.

Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin. No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth or guiding a boy and a girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

I shouldered a kind of manhood stepping in to lift the coffins of dead relations.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.

Father, I love you, yet how can I say thank you, I who can’t hold my liquor either and don’t even know the places to fish.

how to love this world.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms.

There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.

Walk it slow where you go walk it slow… We in the world Poor as dirt Somebody’ll get hurt the world is black the world is green the world is red, yellow, brown the world is mean

Walk it slow where you go walk it slow… We in the world Poor as dirt Somebody’ll get hurt the world is black the world is green the world is red, yellow, brown the world is mean

Saturday mornings we listened to Red Lantern & his undersea folk. At 11, Let’s Pretend / & we did / & I, the poet, still do, Thank God!

Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelops me Each time I go out to walk the dog.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—

I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.