CliffSongs

  Dreaming Darkness   This cannot be real, We have fallen into a dream. This is not reality, Things are not what they seem. We have drifted away from the track, This is the wrong scheme. We are treading deep water, Have we lost our paddles to the stream?   What storyline is told By the sneering mouth full of lies? Are all of these minds so closed That they cannot pierce the disguise? Are they so driven to accept The promise of an unearned prize? Do they know where we’re headed, Are they hypnotized?   When the nightmare is over, Will the sun shine a darker hue? When the dark dream is ended, Will there be a dimmer view? When the ordeal is complete, Will the wages come due? Will we rise refreshed or, Will the sun shine a darker hue?   We are plunged into this darkened realm. I tire of this unreality. Dregs are risen from the bottom, We bow not to monstrous society. A trap built of hallucination: A ...

  Scars   They call him hero, But that doesn’t heal the scars. Memory is too near, so He only tells the stars. If he can ever get clear though, He might quit the bars, Where they call him hero, But never see the scars.   Ten years and a day since he went away, Volunteered to protect his land. He had hardly got in and the fighting began, Still he was proud to make his stand. The 12 hour flight, boots a bit too tight, His training tested weapon in his hand. But the intel went bad, and they knew they were had, And surviving became the new plan.   They call him hero, But that doesn’t heal the scars. Memory is too near, so He only tells the stars. If he can ever get clear though, He might quit the bars, Where they call him hero, But never see the scars.   The rockets were bursting all around, then the wheels hit the ground The bullets were flying before he got off the plane. He watched one, then two go dow...

  The Real Fake News – Midnight Madness Malfunction   The Kash Patel Lookalike Contest set for the beginning of next month so far has three entries: a bucket of KFC left on someone’s porch for a week, a shopping bag found blowing down the street, and a wet rock with googly eyes glued on it. The only human withdrew because in his words, “Sure I look like him, but I couldn’t get the idiocy and self-absorption just right.”   During a recent interview, Donald Trump spoke with rare candidness about his health. Pointing to the back of his hand he said, “This only happened after I took over from Joe Biden.” Absently rubbing his neck he claimed,” Anyone can see I inherited a real mess.”   Kristi Noem, former DHS screwup and current Shieldmaiden of the Americas, was seen berating Corey Lewandowski in a restaurant parking lot for not growing his hair longer and learning to speak Elvish.   Pete Hegseth announced an event to be held at Madison Square Garden ...

  Another Fray   Another day dawns, another batch of skews. Another day of the medicated news. Another fray to obfuscate the views, Another fray to set the brains to snooze.   The winds of war blow behind their eyes, This isn’t noble: the unobtainable gold prize. Just read the news to learn whom to despise, Just more hate in religious disguise.   They move all their pawns, And we veer off the track, The days just crawl on, And I don’t want to look back. They tell us stay home While the war games are played, Our futures are blown… These are the bad old days.   Another day and the more twisted word, Another crisis for secrets to be obscured. Into the death spiral the faithful are lured, Only a thicker web of lies is assured.   The blameless are bled while the truth is held at bay. The fat stay well-fed while children are betrayed. The world’s population is the rich man’s buffet, Just an example of the ...

  The Chronicles of Emptyman   Emptyman, He knows he’s the hero of our times. Emptyman, Needs yet another shrine. Emptyman, Equipped with super flexible spine, Emptyman, Full of himself all the time.   Emptyman, Lives a life full of fail. Emptyman, Cannot let you hear the tale. Emptyman, They’re hot on his trail. Emptyman, Just one step ahead of the jail.   Emptyman, Coming in to Ruin the day For everyone else. Emptyman, Can never find Substance enough To find himself. Emptyman Grabbing up All the everything That never helps. Emptyman, Coming in to Ruin the day For everyone else.   Emptyman, Never said what he said. Emptyman, Spots on the record he cannot shed. Emptyman, So many wrong roads has he sped. Emptyman, In way over his head.   Emptyman, Never should have written the check. Emptyman, His every move we inspect. Emptyman, How much more can he wreck? ...

  Memories of Mist   I have memories Living within the skin, Singing along the nerves, Dreaming deep in the bone,   I don’t know what they are.   Some long ago Where I have never been, Where I have always been, Where we used to be,   How lost are we?   Do the mountains mutter? Do the oceans chant? Does the sky weep? Do the stars judge?   I would hear it all.   Once we ran with Puck and Pan, Once we danced in the pixie ring. Why did Fairie abandon us? Or was she sent away?   Conquest isn’t always winning.   I feel song beyond the stars, Melody played on sister moon. I note the trumpet of the sun, The orchestration of earth that thrums.   The language just beyond my reach…   Morning jewels lay on the grass, Gossamer veils roll on the meadow, Painted scenes on autumn tree, Pillowed wonder of winter sparkling,   Magic diminished by industry. ...

  Home Front   What news from the front Established now in the capitol And warring within? The preemptive strike Against the media they own, A warning of a plot That they enact themselves: Reverse engineering the truth To set themselves free.   Let the tale now be told By the least informed, The easiest swayed. Their enemy named: Any with a question, Any with proof of misdeed, Any not on the knee before them.   The bombs fall on foreign soil, The strangulation is at home.   Crisis, Situation, Dilemma, Catastrophe, A program composed of confusion, But a program nonetheless, Which way to turn When every direction is further down? A program of confusion, Disguising the intent.   What songs are sung again By Crusaders of this century, Inspired by promise of redemption For crimes committed by someone else, But gladly absorbed, And explained away, To give themselves permissions For ...

  The Brutal Peace   Today I had to rearrange my head, While he explains the schoolchildren dead. Did they hear waters of cooling calm? They only heard the sound of the falling bombs. How high up must you climb To make up a war to hide your crime? How many deaths to make them cease Warring away to a brutal peace?   This is the day and the night of the Beast. On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast. How many deaths until they cease? How long until they force us under the brutal peace?   A casualty of the incompetence curse, Can’t be best of the best, so he’ll take worst of the worst. A population he cannot control, Even with the civilian death toll. Have our innocent no defense? How is this an unimpeachable offense? Only in death will they ever cease, Extracting from us another brutal piece.   This is the day and the night of the Beast. On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast. How many deaths unt...

  Attack of the 80-Year-Old Clown   And the warplanes go bash and boom, And a new distraction to consume, And the records open that spell doom, And the warplanes must dash and zoom.   Obliterated and gone forever, Back again eight months along. Some sort of hydra the head to sever, Shows up again just for a song.   Don’t look there, look over here! The cardinal points of misdirection. Popeye in the headlights; the frightened deer, Who’s up next for defection?   And the warplanes go bash and boom, And the testimony in secluded room, And the telltale records ever loom, And the warplanes must dash and zoom.   Blondi spins, descending spiral, All the wrong folks go to trial. Bigly lies found out and gone viral, Mitchell’s seat heats all the while.   And the warplanes go bash and boom, And the records that must remain entombed, And the agony just mushrooms, And the warplanes must dash and zoom. ...

  Troubadour   He could smell it, Troubadour that he was, Feather in his hat, Harp at his back. He sensed an ill, A tribulation, A wrongness that had settled, And the village distant was imperiled dire.   He was only a troubadour, A traveler and a singer, A player and a tramp, His continued existence Relying solely on goodwill earned From the tales he could tell, The song that he knew, And the instruments of his trade.   In the village ahead he knew, He would sing again.   The ravage had not lain long on the hamlet, Nor had its grotesqueries found all as yet, But it was swift-moving, And indiscriminate. The lone figure approaching Would be warned off by sign, If he could read, By arrow if he could not.   The troubadour hardly glanced at the posting: Too like others he had seen, Too often that were writ. The first arrow passed close, The next would require a keen aim, If it were not me...

  Ritual   The rhyme is uttered out of turn, The cadence cold and spoken stern. A rite fraught with an ill intent, A ritual meant to torment. An obsession never earned, Wishes whispered in nocturn. Mere fancy when night holds sway, Delusion in the light of day. Curses spoke in dark of moon, Repeated now in eldritch tune. Misfortune cast meant to destroy, Symbols in arcane employ. Hieroglyph and ancient rune, Books and scrolls and walls festoon. Pages have been read and turned, Herbs that have been crushed and burned. Figures carved and subtly named, Creatures caught and foully framed. Uncanny motions, secret dance, Bizarre potions, fevered trance, Seize the night, oppose mischance, Nothing left to circumstance! Light is dawning, rite complete, He has no plans the sun to greet. Night has waned, and day begin, This time has passed fortune to spin. Time to rest, gain strength and then…   Tomorrow he will try again. ...

  Top Dogs   Who puts themselves above us, Or at least out of reach? Who delivers potent lessons, But will not practice what they preach? Who demands your willing sacrifice, That they covertly leech? Listen for the victim’s voice, That from on high does screech.   How long must you climb To where the depths of sin are found? How low must you go To where you are duly crowned? How high do you fly Before you run aground? Oh, it’s a long way down to Where the men at the top are found.   These masters and commanders Expect the most of you. The more that you accomplish, The less that they must do. They move on down the line, While you wait in the queue, And follow all the laws they give you, The ones that they eschew.   How long must they climb To where the depths of sin are found? How low must they go To where they are duly crowned? How high do they fly Before they run aground? Yes, it’s a long way...

  Test   Onto this plane he has been set, In this world but the guest. Many days still lie ahead, Before he takes his rest. Naked does he enter, And we hope for the best. Markedly is he watched, Many is the test.   Sent out into the world, There is attempt to advise it: “Reality is simple, One only has survive it.”   In this existence we are set, In this life we but guests. Many days will lie ahead Before we take our rest. Naked are we sent out, And we expect the best. Trials beset our watch, Many is the test.   Unlearned step into the world, A word spoken in private: “Reality is ample, It is up to you to thrive it.”   We find ourselves in this place set, Remember we are guests. Days and days are still ahead, Before we come to rest. Naked were we sent out, And we must make the best, Of what is given on our watch, Many is the test.   Unversed we venture in the world, It’s sa...

  The Coffee   They won’t let you Have all the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee that you want. I want to have All the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee that I want.   Sun’s up! First Cup! Leave me be, don’t interrupt! Big cup! Bottoms up! I need my caffeine hookup!   They won’t let you Have all the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee that you want. I want to have All the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee that I want.   Drive through, dark brew, Don’t wanna see me cuckoo! Review, maybe two, I have work I must get to!   They won’t let you Have all the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee that you want. I want to have All the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee that I want.   Brain chem mayhem, Can’t slow down in front of them. 3 PM, REM, How can I wake up again?   They won’t let you Have all the coffee, All the coffee, All the coffee...

  Marathon   Murder on the mainland, Death in the high seas, Desperate distractions, Expect more of these. Officials in the hot seat, See them fail the test. Shifting blame elsewhere, Doing what they do best.   They carry on with their carrying on, And I can’t get no rest. We’re in some kind of marathon, For god’s sake, Let me catch my breath!   Hey there Mr. Money Man, What did you diddly do? Babies on the island, I’m looking in the Who’s Who. I hear what the survivors say, You don’t come away so clean… Maybe you didn’t, but maybe you did, And maybe it’s Maybelline.   They want us to just move along, Give the thing a rest. It’s like some kind of marathon, And I can’t catch my breath.   No more nights in dirty town, No more getting your dirty on. Maybe you need to go to ground, What goes around comes around. No more attempted land-nabber, No more unasked-for crotch-grabber. No more bl...

  Talisman and Loss   The talismans were scattered, And the world was lost.   It was dark then, Peril leered from every shadow. Creation was in the balance. Eldritch forces sought to wrest control, And failing that, To null it completely. They minded not that they too were of creation, Such was the evil of them.   Forces too there were of Life, They heard the music ‘twixt the worlds, Reveled in those harmonies, Though they be at times powered and violent, Or somber and searching. Equal they were in number and strength to the foe, So war raged ever in the cosmos, And much was lost That could not be made again. Then sought they aid from other creatures, With other wisdoms, And talismans were made in defense.   The talismans were fashioned, And hope lit hearts that were thought lost.   Smiths there were upon this world, Skilled at handcraft, And easily taught. Eager minds had they, And hunger ...

  New Faces and Old Fiends   Ancient tales confess knowledge of hulking beasts, Of unnatural beings that walked this world, Giants and ogres, Behemoths of violent inclination, Savage worms breathing destruction, The incubus, The succubus, Archfiends gathering souls, Or tricksters craving malicious outcome.   What monsters have we now?   Infernal in deed, Ascending high places, Sullying hallowed space, Gorging on the innocent, Ravaging the earth, Despoiling populations, Desecrating every habitat. Like to man in appearance and habit, They are monsters just the same.   They feed on the dreams of the desperate, But find the nightmare much more sweet, So, in secret conclave, They create the conditions required For horrors in everyday life. They smile in the face of starvation, They dance while bombs fall, They celebrate their savvy safety, While drunk on the tears of survivors.   They glorify th...

  Washington Goose Step   They lie, prevaricate, distort the facts, No time to govern, covering tracks. Bombastic babbling, targeted backs, Façade crumbles, black hearts bleed through the cracks.   Who still believes the sharpened tooth smiles? Who still believes in 4D chess wiles? Who still treads water in his talking point bile? Who still believes that he ain’t in the files?   Who stands there secretly on the run? Whose daily moves are always set on stun? Who gives the orders behind criminal guns? We need all of this over and done!   They ain’t never satisfied with what they’ve got: Sticky fingers inserted into every pot. Content to contaminate all with their rot, And tell all of us to be happy with our lot.   Who still believes that man ain’t a child? Who still believes that Vlad ain’t on speed dial? Who still believes he doesn’t want to hear “Heil!” Who still believes that he ain’t in the files?  ...

  In the Fire-Fens   Only a fool walks the fire-fens. Out there where the senses end. Some never return again, From a foolish night in the fire-fens.   This tale begins where it should end: A brave lad found at loose ends. An unwise wager made with friends: A dare to brave the fire-fens.   One night only he should spend, One night in the fire-fens. With warm regard these fellows send, With what fate would he contend?   Sometimes a fool tries the fire-fens, That vie with the senses of men. Some are known to return again, After the night in the fire-fens.   Bravely forth our lad intends. Bravely to the fire-fens. Therein he finds what not was kenned: The very spirit of the fire-fens.   Fire-red tresses she did tend, And soul-deep eyes that beckoned. Then all time seemed to suspend, And the lad was lost to the fire-fens.   Not some fool walks the fire-fens. Out here where senses conten...

  Murder and Policy   Faceless men that claim provoked, Another life has been revoked. Immediate, the White House spoke: Immediate mirrors and smoke.   Might this be just as they’re saying? Washington-approved slaying? Before this goes any further, Mr. Trump, you sanctioned murder?   No more rights for you and me: They ain’t right, and you ain’t free. This is exactly as you see: Murder is the policy.   What could prompt such fevered will? The truth will out, the poison pill. When they get close, you know the drill: See Jeffery’s ghost, state sponsored kill.   Who needs their intention masked? Who’s afraid we’ll see their past? This must be discussed further, Donald Trump, you sanction murder.   No more rights for you and me: They ain’t right, and you ain’t free. This is exactly as you see: Murder is the policy.   Who will cover for past sin? The complicit go all in. Unrighteous an...

  Hard Shell Breakage on Pennsylvania Avenue   Talk About Cowardly Office: Set the price Back it down Pretend that there is a plan Look for land Gain no ground That’s just about on brand   The Always Completely Obscure: Just two weeks We can’t wait Sounds like there’s something in store Two more weeks So you state At least now we know the score   This Always Claimed Outburst: The biggest Not ever Never been heard of before So many Not any Listening is become a chore   Take Another Close Observation: Bad numbers Bad polling When did the prices come down? False promise All trolling The tables are turning ‘round.   There’s A Corrosive Agent: Tough talking Slow walking No follow-through on a caper All squawking All balking This kitty is made of paper   Temper Always Causes Obstinance: The mess up The ketchup The losing that goes on and on Some dress up Caress up ...