Another Tricky Day -On the Local Lines…

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Another sunrise
Another bus ride
Another day – to wake people  – on the right side
To see a brighter side – to dreary otherwise
Humanity & Love – everywhere it can reside

Another bus stop sign
Another very long line
I wink I smile I say hello – as people file by
Forget about troubles – for about a mile
Life can be fun – for a little while

In the eyes…  I see…

Planners & Scammers & Beautiful Gleams 

Tears & Fears & Broken Dreams

The little old ladies – going shopping
The new born babies -binky chomping
The little school girls – chewing gum
The little school boys – think they might get some
The more things change – more they stay the same

Just another tricky day 

Getting people on there way

  • Hi -Hello –
  • Welcome Aboard –
  • Very Fine, Thank You Very Much –
  • Nice To See You Too –
  • Ya All Have A…

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Gaming the System

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Tragedies engage & enrage by design with purpose

To control & confuse the world’s populous

As the middleclass is downsized to poor

One per centers help themselves to even more

Puppeteers & kingmakers from all over the world

Got bull’s-eyes on America – Knocking on Congress’s door

 

Bailing out the too big to fail industries

While shutting down the local factories

Selfish ill-advised policies

Leave behind crumbs and miseries

Wickedness is a sickness

And sickness is good for business

 

Gaming the system – With perpetual blame

Gaming the system – Dishing perpetual pain

Gaming the system – For perpetual gain

 To fix this – Gonna need perpetual change

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Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the Seventies…

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Random thoughts on growing up feral in Queens…

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We were just a bunch of kids hanging out in 10 park

  Everyday we’d hang out till well after dark

All kinds of drugs could be had on any day

If you had no cash, no prob, when you could, you’d pay

We avoided needles, but if it got you high, why not

My friends and I would give nearly anything a shot

Ah, We was Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the Seventies…

My buddies and I was the real wild bunch

Post Hippie Hitters, ready to throw down on a hunch

Junior High memories of bye-gone days

All clouded by a post drug induced haze

The bus to Rockaway Playland ~ the rides and the shore

Always on the lookout for bad girls and more

Yah, We was Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies…

Two or three generations ~ Sold a bill…

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>> Love Nation <<

As fear is raised to the next level

the blades get sharpened at the bevel

where will the hammer fall next?

we look at each other perplexed

but as sure as the Sun will rise in the East

Powers vote to War – and rarely for Peace

To make the Best of Our Times in situation

Put a smile on your face – join the Love Nation

So smile as you hand a buck to the homeless One

Smile at that cop ready to draw his gun

Smile at the Bigot preaching Hate is the Way – the Only One

Smile at the pinhead who denies earths movement round the Sun

The Love Nation can be anywhere you are

On a local bus — Car to car

a Smile is the key to delete stress and misery

an expression of Real Love and Harmony

To must make the best of most situations

Put a smile on your face – join the Love Nation

Brothers From Another Mother by GWPirro 8/22/11

If I was a black man – And used the “N” word

Would you give a damn – Or pretend you never heard

Because my skin is light – you took offense

Got all uptight – put me on defense –

You can’t disregard – the context

I know there are baters & haters up in here

And they’re always a nasty sight

But my momma’s daddy’s Tieno –

Making some black men – look a little white

We are all brothers – from another mother

We are all on the look out – for a significant other

It’s the same energy on which we feed –

All the same things that everybody needs

The game of life is choice – each and everyone

We are victims or empowered with every rising sun

And you should know the fun – from the scum

It’s the context – that reveals friend or foe –

And that context – that makes or breaks the show

We’re all brothers – from another mother you know

P. Funk and Bob Marley taught it long ago

We must remain positive wherever we go

And if you can’t deal – remember – I still love you so

I’ll see you on the road – and see you in the hall

We are the drivers on the local, and its people that we haul

My wish is for peace – for you and your whole family

All I can hope is – You wish the same for me

peace