Fruit For Thought…

Peter O’Toole raised his glass.  “I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.  Shall I part my hair behind?  Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.  I hear the mermaids singing each to each…”  He paused for effect and fixed Sam’s (Pekinpah) eyes with his own.   “I do not think they will sing to me… or thee.”

Quote from Cultural Weekley by Garner Simmons

“MEN LIKE ME” by Bill Duke

 

MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEAR
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE WILL DISAPPEAR
SO WE DON’T LET LOVE COME TOO CLOSE TO ME
THUS MY FEELINGS MELT TO MYSTERY
MEN LIKE ME
WERE RAPED AS BABY BOYS
BY WOMEN BABY SITTERS OUR PARENTS TRUSTED WITH THEIR TRUST
AND OUR TOYS
THEY GENTLY UNZIPPED OUR PANTS
WITH PUKE WORDS FILLED WITH PERFUME SNOT
LUST AND ANTS
MADE US FEEL THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH US
WITH OUR FEELINGS OUR CONFUSION OUR FEELINGS OUR FEARS OUR DISGHUST
MEN LIKE ME
SAW MOMAS HEAD SLICED OPEN WITH A LIGHT BULB
CLUCHED IN DADDYS BLOOD STAINED HAND CALLED MARRIAGE
WE FELT MOMAS RAZOR WORDS CUT THE HEART FROM DADDYS CHEST
AND SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE WE HIDE THE REST
OF THE SWEET SWEET CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
OF THOSE EVER PRESENT SUMMERTIMES

THAT SOMEHOW HOLD THE KEYS

TO ALL WE CANNOT RHYME

MEN LIKE ME
WAKE UP HOPING
FOR CHECKS IN THE MAIL
WAKING UP WITH CATHY CLARA OR GAIL
OR ALL THREE LIKE EATING TRAIL MIX STALE
BALANCING MADNESS ANGER RAGE AND BLAME
BALANCING HOPE REJECTION PAIN
TOO LAZY NUMB AND DUMB TO FACE THE SHADOWS FOG AND RAIN
OF ANOTHER COLD UNWELCOMED DAY
PROGRAMED FOR THE JAILTIME STAY
ARE YOU FEELIN ME BRO
NO
LET ME FURTHER EXPLAIN
MEN LIKE ME
CARRY SIGNS ON CORNERS
BEGGING FOR CHANGE TO COME
OR DRESS IN SUITS THAT NEVER FIT
IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO WONDER
THIS FOOL MUST REALLY THINK WERE DUMB
WHERES THAT NIGGER REALLY COMIN FROM
AND WE FEEL IT
BUT ZIP OUR LIPS WITH NOTHING TO SAY
CAUSE WE HAVE MOUNTAINS AND MOUNTAINS OF BILLS TO PAY
FILLED WITH HATE THAT YOU TAKE OUT ON YOU
AND EVERYTHING THAT LOVES YOU TOO
LIKE MY MY MY WHAT AM I GONNA DO
YO MY MAN AM I GETTING THRU
MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEARS
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE WILL DISAPPEAR
MEN LIKE ME
LOVE WOMEN WEVE BETRAYED
DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TRUST THEM IF THEY STAYED
THAT’S WHAT DADDY DID
NO HES NOT MY BLAME
BUT
HE HID
LIKE ME
ALL THE SAME
BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID TO LET ANYONE SEE
OR TOUCH THE HEART OF FEAR
WE HIDE BEHIND THE CHISSELED BODIES MASK OF MASCULINITY
WE HIDE FROM EYES THAT SEE WE ARE NOT FREE
RUN FROM ONE WHO MIGHT PROVOKE A TEAR
RUN FROM THE TOUCH THAT BRINGS US NEAR
RUN FROM LOVE FROM FEELINGS CLEAR
ROLLING IN THE MUD OF SELF DESTRUCT
AND ALL THE MINDS DECAY THAT WOULD CONFUSE
ALL THE GIFTS WERE GIVEN WE MISUSE
AND ALL HER SCENTED KISSES WE ABUSE
MEN LIKE ME
ARE KNOWN TO DESTROY LIFE
WITH THE KNIFE
OF NON COMMIT
OF WANTING TO BE FREE
OF CHILDREN WE BRING HERE OR YES THE WIFE
RUNNING FROM RESPONSIBILITY
RUN RUN RUN AND BLAME THE MAN
YOUR KIDS ARE HUNGRY
FEEED THEM SPAM
YOUR KIDS ARE HUNGRY FOR SOMETHING TO THINK
OH I THINK I NEED ME ANOTHER DRINK
I THINK I NEEDS ME MORE ROCK TO SMOKE
YOUR CHILDREN ARE LOOKING FOR A HELPING HAND
DON’T LOOK AT ME YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
DON’T YOU SEE MY FEET STUCK HERE IN THE SAND
WHO AM I GODDAM SUPERMAN
YOUR CHILDREN ARE SCREAMING PAIN AND RAGE
WELL PUT THEM IN A GODDAM CAGE
THEY’LL UNDERSTAND WITH A LITTLE AGE
MY DADDY DID AND I DID TOO
EXCUSE ME BUT I HAVE TO GO ON STAGE
OF ALL THAT I AM TOLD TO DO
PLEASE BRO NO DISRESPECT TO YOU
BUT I GOTS TO DISAPPEAR
YO YO WOULD SOMEONE PASS ME ANOTHER BEER
MEN LIKE ME
ARE REALLY NOT THAT DEEP
WE SLEEP
ON CITY STREETS OR IN YOUR PARKS
OR
WERE RICH AND FAMOUS
BUT SUFFER IN THE DARK
OR WE POSE AS PIMPS WITH NO EXPRESSED DESIRE
AFRAID OF WHATEVER WE CANT CONTROL
WILL TURN INTO FIRE
THAT WILL BURN THE MASKS WE HAVE BECOME
YO YO BRO YOU KNOW WHERE IM COMIN FROM
MEN LIKE ME
WERE BORN UPSTATE NEW YORK
RAISED ON HARD TIMES GOSPEL SHOUTS AND PORK
WHEN GRANDPA DIED IT PLANTED ALL MY FEARS
THAT ANYTHING YOU LOVE JUST DISSAPEARS
SO WE DON’T LET LOVE COME TOO CLOSE TO ME
THUS MY FEELINGS MELT TO MYSTERY
MEN LIKE ME

BILL DUKE

(other poems by Bill Duke)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© 2009

 

“Ode To Little Boo Peep” by Bill Duke

VAMPIRE LOVE
LICKS
AND SUCKS
THE SOULS
OF OUR CHILDREN DRY
WITH WORDS
AND DEEDS
OF MATERIAL GREEDS
AND
LIES
OF ROT FILLED FLIES
NO NEED
FOR
KNIVES
THEY TAKE THEIR LIVES
WITH ACID KISS
AND
THEN DISMISS
THEY EAT THE INSIGHT OF THEIR EYES
WITH
PROSLYTIES
AND
FILL THEIR MINDS
WITH FEARS AND LIES
OF COMPROMISE
ABOUT
THEMSELVES
OUR CHILDRENS HOPES
SIT
HIGH
ON SHELVES
COLLECTING DUST
AND MUST
BECAUSE THEIR
TAUGHT TO TRUST
EVERYTHING
EXCEPT THEMSELVES
AND FEED ON ALL
INSIDE THE LUST
OF
ALL THAT THEY CAN BUY
AND TRY
THE SKY
OF
VAMPIRE LOVE OF THE
VAMPIRE HIGH
BUT
HOPEFULLY
BEFOR THEY DIE
AND TURN TO DUST
AND
RUST
HOPEFULLY
THEY WILL LEARN
TO
BURN THEIR WAY
THRU THE SLUTS
MAZE AND GUTS
OF
THE
SELF INFLICTED CUTS
THAT BLEED THEM DRY
OF
ALL THEIR WILL TO OVERCOME
BEFORE THEIR NUMB
OF THEIR
HUMANITY
SUCCUMED
SLUMB CHOKED INTO
THE
VANITY OF
THE INSANITY
OF
VAMPIRE VANITY
BUT
BEFORE
THEIR BURIED IN THE EARTH
WE HOPE THEY
FIND
A SENSE OF
WORTH
AND THAT FROM THAT
EARTH
A FLOWER GROWS
THAT TEACHES
THEM
WHAT GOD KNOWS
AND THAT IS
HOW TO MAKE A
VAMPIRES SHAKE
FAR MORE THAN
THE BIG EARTH QUAKES
HOW TO DEAL
WITH
THE SNAKES OF FAKES
AND
THE HARMS
OF
THE SNOT FILLED BUGGERS
OF VAMPIRE CHARMS
WHAT IS THE MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN ABOVE
GET THEM EARLY
AND TEACH THEM
SELF LOVE
IN THE PROTECTION OF OUR ARMS
TEACH THEM THE POWER
OF THE SECRET LIGHT THAT MUST CLEARLY GLO
LET THEM KNOW WERE THERE
THAT WE CARE
JUST LOVE THEM DEEP PAST ALL THEIR FEARS
ESPECIALLY WHEN THE VAMPIRES NEAR
JUST HOLD THEM TIGHTLY IN YOUR ARMS
PLANT SACRED SEEDS
THAT SOUND ALARMS
WHEN ANYTHING COMES CLOSE
TO ROB THEM FOR DOLLARS AND CENTS
OF THEIR
INNOCENSE
THAT WERE SWORN TO PROTECT
DONT LET GO
CAUSE
YOU NEVER KNOW
THEYLL BE SWALLOWED
BY
OUR NEGLECT
IM
NOT SAYING
I KNOW IT ALL
IM BROKEN
SCARED
DROPIN THE BALL
I
LOSE SLEEP IN MY WORRY NIGHTS
I HAS
MY FRIGHTS
MAKIN SENSE OF IT ALL
BUT IN SPITE OF
THE DEMONS
THAT HAUNT US DEEP
NEVER LET GO
OF
LITTLE
BO
PEEP

BILL DUKE

©2010

“Do You Know Here?” by Stephen Kalinich

"Stevie" Photo by Bill Duke

Do you know here?
Do you know there?
Do you know
any place
or anywhere?
Do you even care
about the fate of mankind
will you just let it all unwind
without lifting a hand
is your life just a witnessing
Have you experienced that moment
when all of the universe comes together
on the head of a pin
or in your drive way.
when you get out of the car
and lightning hits you
revelation awakening
nothing will ever be the same
for now you know
what no book or religion can tell you
and you know
those who know
observe
but do not talk .
It comes with the certainty
after that mini infinitesimal second
you can control
the Universe but if you switch intent
to self
you lapse
into forgetfulness
and that is man’s present state
on this planet
except for the few.

Stephen Kalinich

Photo by Bill Duke

© 2010