CliffSongs

  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...

  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...

  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?  ...

  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 ...

  Bugs Meets the ICE Patrol   Uneducated, untrained and on the loose, Making their violence from any excuse. Fathead’s failures got him turning up the juice, Who signed up for these terms of abuse?   Let the icy stand where they are, Let’s confront them with the bizarre: Will they find a glitter bomb too far? And it seems fart spray soaks into Kevlar.   When they show up Can you hear the circus music play? Clown all of these clowns, Get them out of our way. Humor is greater than hate On any old day, Our smiles and our laughter Will win the day.   Want to un-camo a goon? How about some paint in a water balloon? They think they are so immune, Let’s see how they like being lampooned.   Maybe let the air from a tire, Maybe some dog shit in a bag on fire. Sign them all Wile E. Esquire, Turn their efforts comically haywire.   When they show up Can you hear the circus music play? Clown all of t...

  Shots Fired   Shots fired, The assault begun, War in the streets of America. Pale house of Pennsylvania Avenue: You have given murder a pass, This bloodstain Cannot be covered in orange paint. You have made yourselves known, You have chosen.   Where can this path lead? You believe you can hide behind shameful action, Your shame is known, Your crimes shadow every move, You took the largest stage, And all eyes are on you.   Shots fired, The offensive launched, War on the populace of America. Homeland Insecurity, The lie is too bold, The murder too plain, You are too complicit, You display your colors, You have chosen.   Where does this road lead? You believe you can invert the story, The facts are known, The cameras captured every move, You lie at every stage, Too many eyes have been opened.   Shots fired, The onslaught commenced, War on the core of America. Correspondence and com...

  The Animal Cornered   An animal is cornered. It snarls and claws, Its defense is reflexive and desperate: The animal is cornered.   Is capture inevitable? It retreats to darker holes, Or to hide behind obscuring items, It will not abide capture…   The animal lashes out. It savages what is within reach, It tears at more as it rages, The animal is lashing out.   What damage may ensue? What thoughtless carnage supplied? The moment is the matter, Consequence is never considered.   The animal begins to rave. Illness long conquered its senses, All that is left is fear and fury, The animal is raving.   Survival of the torment it imagines is paramount, Reality is of its own design. Perspective is long lost, Fight or flight is what remains.   An animal is cornered. It bites and mauls, Its defense is reflexive and desperate: The animal is cornered.   What may tame the brute? ...

  Stain   What once was tarnished Is now stained. What pride is there In petty aggression? What has been verified Beyond savage greed? How do we hold freedom aloft With our heel planted on the neck? What oily advantage have we procured? What ego has been stroked? What wickedness steered from? What wickedness performed? A spotty reputation Is now smeared with blood. Have we gained security? Or are we now more suspect? “We…” I do not recall sanctioning this aggression. I do not remember an appeal to Congress. “We.” Are we to be punished, Rebuked, Scorned, For the ambitions And the fears, Of one man, Soiled in spirit, Soiled in his very clothes. What pride is there in that? Will we accept his stain? Who among us has earned that mark? Who will willingly wear it? Who among us Has so little regard for themselves That they will allow the crimes of one man To brand us all? Our nation was tarnished, Yes, No...

  Course Correction.   A corrupt regime, Authoritarian and abusive. State media control and Crimes against humanity. Suspect elections, Opposition crushed out of hand. External political interference, Economic hardship in-country. A despot remaining in power Through means nefarious, Condemned by International Court, Are we to ignore all this? We must do what we do!   The good part is: Russia has oil.   So much that is wrong, We have the power to correct! How can they stand against our might? A mighty eagle are we that we may swoop in, Remove the tyrant, Make that far country our own! We will free the masses from oppressive rule! We will calm the waters disturbed! We will raise our banners high, We will drill deeply because:   Russia has oil.   Let the world rejoice! We will assert our justice! We will manage the situation! We will make ourselves known! We will step on some toes! Who w...

  Turning Again   Now to the turning again: Artificial, Out of sync, The rhythm interrupted. We speak of beginnings, Of renewal, But the night is already relinquishing it’s hold… We miss the mark, We defy the pattern, We try impose our will on a natural order That ignores our puny attempt. It is only us that meet the seasons thus. Papered calculation, The days grow longer without our input, It has already begun. That is the true beginning, There is the renewal underway: Just days past, But we measure from a farther point,  And gain nothing. We celebrate vigorously our erstwhile computation, But the dark is already fading, The light is already strengthened, And we had no part in that. What is it then that we honor? Numbers only. Are we so fearful of this cosmos That we must ignore what always occurs In spite of our paltry pursuit of control? The tides still roll. The winds still pass us by. The moon waxes an...

  Influenca   They’re out there, Really out there… They critique the critic. They ruminate. They buzzard the news cycle. They fringe. They associate themselves with the infamous To create their own celebrity. They are hangers-on, Deniers of compatriotry, They are third-from-the-left, They are there. Click-baiters and namedroppers, Leeches of the electronic sort. They fester. They roil. They cogitate in wild supposition. They discuss. They detail. They leave out the salient. Infamy is their road, Notoriety their vehicle, Speculation their destination. Opinion distributors. Conspiracy providers. See them elucidate! Hear them decode! They illustrate their notions bravely! They expound assumptions in the face of logic! Courageous confusers. Contriving consultants. Who are we to provide fact? Don’t we know that their livelihood is at stake? How unjust it is to employ critical thinking When unjustifiable imagini...

  Black Pages   119 black pages Detail the sin. 119 black pages, Where to begin?   Pictures of pictures, they disappear. What is hidden becoming clear. Why deflect if there’s nothing to fear? Time of reckoning getting near.   Open the files wild and raw! Watch the DOJ break the law. Will we ever see what they saw: The ever-concealed fatal flaw!   119 black pages: They hide the lack of moral gauges. 119 black pages: The coverup still rages! 119 black pages: Prop up the shaking stages. 119 black pages: Within are sin’s wages.   Treating the populace as peasants, Robbing so many of innocence. People are no objects one can fence; Why do we still allow his putrid presence?   119 black pages: They hide the lack of moral gauges. 119 black pages: The coverup still rages! 119 black pages: Prop up the shaking stages. 119 black pages: Within are sin’s wages.   Running one half st...

  Rebuke   Not a day gone, Nor yet in the grave, The murdered lie cold, Yet your words run colder And thus Your cruelty is assured. Your shame spills over, Though you hold none of your own. Short-timer, there is much you could yet do, Besides mourning strictly over you. How brazen your lip service! You mourn your own renown, And place the blame Squarely where it must lie: With the victim, With the victim. What derangement grips you? Too often do you name yourself – Ever you claim fevered oppression Even as the invective flies from your lips, And the orders are made against those Who scry your sin. How many more can you repulse Before you stand alone? Your pursuit of isolation is too evident, May you be granted your boon, And be the victim, Be the victim. The lies no longer cover   Your expanding ass, The deflections you cast No longer obscure a revealing past. Teflon wears when scraped often, And you ha...

  President’s Piece   Waste that pleasure craft, big boy! Hit them again, Because they can’t get away. Football plastic peace prize present, Tanker grab confirms its worth. Not so noble the pursuit, Not so noble a look, Cast away that noble dream. Resolute desk warrior, Bruise a hand again! The only visible battle scar. What spurs you on these days? Is credibility such a great loss? Then take the fight home to sweet Chicago, To Portland, To the Golden State, A show of force painted in orange goo. Who can afford such peace? Who can afford anything? A commander in chief too asleep to brief, Up all night in the media trenches, Unsocial, And untruthed. Your battle is with reality: Your public takes hits in the wallet, so, You advise austerity, Claiming it is prosperity, Sabotaging your verity. When you war with the truth of everything, Of everyone, How will you find peace? How will we? Peace president, Leave us ...

  The Carrot Of It All   O, the anticipation! The thing wanted and withheld! The promise just ahead, Clearly available, Just beyond the grasp! O, the anticipation!   See the finaglers, The arrangers, The slippery sinister! They parade justice as a newfound banner, They vaunt piety even as their sin is sung out. See their finger point away, Always away.   O, the anticipation! The engine guns forward, The load still undelivered, The car is empty, The hunger remains. O, the anticipation!   They have consulted each the other, The unspoken remains guarded yet! Not all bulwarks are breached, The keep remains. A feigned retreat, A sleight of hand, A seeming compromise. Give the rabble what they want, In word, not deed. The show must go on.   O, the anticipation! See the curtain rise! See the curtain behind the curtain! Does it yet conceal? Is there naught but brick beyond? O, the antic...

  Over and Over   The backroom is empty, Cigars all smoked. They slipped past supposed sentry, This is the tail end of the joke.   Just a little behind and Casey’s at bat, Who is going to even the score? Promises from an empty hat, The manager has closed the store.   And did you think you would get some aid? Maybe it was just for fun. Where were you when the deal was made? They lie in the sun. There they lie and give you some shade, Over before it begun.   It isn’t over until they say it’s over, But it’s over now. And still, they bask in the clover, And you’re behind the plow.   There you sit on the sidelines, Wondering when you’ve won. But you’ve been sold down the pipeline, Over before it begun.   And did you think you would get paid? Maybe it was just for fun. Where were you when the deal was made? They lie in the sun. There they lie and give you some shade, Over before it begun. ...

Testimonial   The tension, Ratchet up the tension. How else will you justify the thugs? The training, Don’t bother with much training. How else will they remain the thugs? What brutish tactics! What short sight…   Starvation, Inflation, Frustration, Predation. The tools of the tyrant, The clumsy hands that wield.   Constraint, Restraint, Complaint, Repaint. The pettiness of the bullying, The insubstantial yield.   Suppression, Oppression, Recession, Depression. The duress forced by insecurity, The results in the ledger concealed.   What use is history To those that refuse to read? Pressures applied Always require Eventual release. The fires you start today, Set the boil of tomorrow, That you think you can contain. This is a pot Larger than your ego.   You begin to burn your own, Thinking your lies Will outweigh their empty wallets, That your words Are more substant...

  The Wreck of the Old 47   The morning meeting convenes, The accolades are sung. Just another day Behind the wrecking ball. He’s being lied to, And accepts anyway. He looks run down, So he takes all the money, To convince himself he’s not drowning. He gazes at his good time buddies, As they look at what he’s done. Nothing seems to change, While the house stays shut down, And none of them will tell him, That he’s been such a fool. “SNAP!”, he cackles, “Let them eat crypto!”, he says, Guarding his own pile manically. “Let them eat ICE tear gas!” He gazes around the room, Waiting on the expected harumphs. “Harumph!”, they bark, “Harumph!” The assistant vampire steps forward, “The cozening will continue!”, it declares, Convincing no one further. They know what’s at stake, And none wish to be tied to the whipping post, Nor chained and bound. Yeah, Sometimes they feel like… It’s dying, The support they had feels like...