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THE LONG STRETCH by Josef Firestone

9/4/2010

The long stretch from the first to the last
From truth, false, and understanding what's what
The long stretch between life and the next
Between real, fake, and failing the test

Birth, growing, finally giving up
Being fit, dieting, just plain fat
Learning, forgetting, not having opinion
Passion, not caring, sinking to oblivion

Longing, wishing, spreading your wings
Passing a break point, not able to swing
Exceeding faked limits, then landing again
Dreaming of others, of pleasure and pain

Open a while then completely shot
Sure, maybe, and certainly not
The long stretch, meaningful then abstract
The long stretch of knowing nothing about

The brain goes to town by Josef Firestone

9/3/2007

The brain goes to town

Almighty brain went to town
do some shopping look around
took the flesh that he invented
a great machine already tested

On his way felt a sudden prickle
another brain moving in a circle
the void feeled with a new wave
crowdy busy place must behave

Electricity different objects all around
had to comprehend messages going inbound
sending his just to get by
dodging obstacles cars and flies

His front scopes saw a reward
dopamine released he went towards
another brain negotiated his listening device
telling about quality quoting the price

The brain wanted to buy and than get a rest
take his reward and back to the nest
rehearsing at home all data recollect
making further decisions up to date

He decided to reunite permanently with the flesh
starting a new starting a fresh
having body and ego around wasn't so tough
as long as the other brains went the same path

Easy&hard enough by Josef Firestone

9/3/2007

Easy&hard enough

It seems easy enough
to say the right words
it seems easy enough
to read the good books

It seems easy enough
to write about your dreams
it seems easy enough
to believe it's not what it seems

It looks hard enough
to think you are just one
it looks hard enough
to observe how far you have gone

It looks hard enough
to perceive there are others in you
it looks hard enough
to know your world is not true

It looks hard enough
to tell illusion from real
it seems easy enough
to find what is concealed

It can be easy or hard
to see some habbits are developed from youth
hard or easy enough
to observe patterns walking away from truth
highways in head leading nowhere
creating disorder confusion despair

Easy or hard together alone
the truth is naked to the bone
what looks like or seems as is usually wrong
perceive believe observe same old song

Around around evolving or not
enjoy a good movie a book or a chat
avoid wanting something you can hold
cherish being happy not silver or gold

Nothing is hard easy or in between
your life is not what you think it has been
hard easy what it seems how it looks
for your mind&brain it is all in a day's work

The Robot by Josef Firestone

9/2/2008

The robot

The robot listened to the tape once again
than nodded his human head in some pain
why couldn’t he just do what is right
open a switch or turn on the light

Not even one day passing by
not watching a movie about other robots lives
coming to conclusions already there
making assumptions too cautious to dare

He wanted to participate but lacked the software
always dependent on others for care
deep down he had feelings sure of that
under the tag he was free but for what

One day in a blackout his circuits mixed up
not shutting down he lightened got a shot
storm passing through took his cover away
inside only cables very much a stray

No longer in shackles just being a dude
wandering freely where walls once stood
listening to tapes and watching cassettes
about friendly robots who not yet ascaped

HOW TO CHOOSE A LOVER by Josef Firestone

9/2/2008

How to choose a lover

To choose a lover
not a simple task
to choose a friend
who always takes you back

Choosing to feel alive
is not a simple way
having a meaning
to life of everyday

To say ok that is mr right
is not making a light choice
saying i want this lady more than all
not listening to reason voice

To choose a lover
a friend for life
maybe living together
as husbend and wife

Are we compatible
from the right street
a doctor a nurse how much money
do we really really fit

Before you start
make a short list
who is the one
wanting to commit

Is it the one afraid to be alone
or the youngster not yet gone
is this the voice that shouts you must
or something in you long forgot

How to choose a lover
is something you learn
how to find the partner
you really and sincerely yearn

To choose a lover
is very simple in fact
it boils down to one thing
do you really love her / him or not

Modern Cowboy by Josef Firestone

9/1/2009

Just woke up and quickly turned
The lights and radio, became attuned
Partly listening to explanations why
Why to live and why other people die

Last night dream joined the fragmented team
Glimpse of reality well inside the main stream
Back in the coach, brown leather saddle
The horse, the groovy MPV the struggle

Wore his Stetson hat and friendly mask
Ventured to the prairie back on dusty track
Another day of chase without a substantial hunt
Contemplating on near future and an imagined past

Back in town stepped back on sandy soil
The one he trod with phony legs
Not really certain what comes or happens next
Regressed back to the ranch to hoarder’s nest

The trend, fake, illusion all remarkably bold
Mixed with the desert heat and the night’s cold
Modern cowboy will wake up tomorrow and say
I am good and ready for another precious day

Tha Real Image by Josef Firestone

8/7/2009

The image of the one still young
Youth and cheerfulness that now are gone
Of so called better times and looks
Love and air is all it took

Gambelig our health will hold
Hoping we would for once strike gold
Conditioned minds are fast and happy to agree
There is plenty choice and we are always free

Real image changes with time, who cares
To leave the old one, no one dares
Family gather expecting the welcome known
Trying to confirm they are rightly born

So delighted to live in the mind museum
Faked recollections are nicely framed
All one needs to do is carefully dust away
What does not fit, what can not stay

The one who crave will shut the door
Of musty gardens and inner war
To many methods and taking sides
Real image then appears and thrives

Carving wood &stone by Josef Firestone

8/27/2007

Carving wood&stone

Create yourself between your moods
shape the new like carving wood
don't let the old stand in the way
only your best is here to stay

The bad the good old and new
all joining to a broader view
a master work from above
magic hand without a glove

Get down to business to the bone
carve your mind like carving stone
mind of gold illuminating night
chain of pearls shining white

Just turn the key just start ignite
bring fresh roads pave ways invite
born or die again wasn't all in vain
reality created by your brain

A long story made short
stay on board do not abort
jack of all trades master of none
one moment here the next already gone

Carving stone&wood yourself your world
the one you really want the good
white pearls shining gold or silver
allow the flow become the river

CARVING WOOD&STONE by Josef Firestone

8/27/2007

WORM SONG by Josef Firestone

7/22/2007

worm song

The little worm got longer and longer
everyday became stronger and stronger
one day while chewing leaves in the groove
it decided it was time to make a move

If i grow to be the longest worm ever been
i'll become popular i would be seen
humans and plants knowing my face
winning trophies winning the race

It stretched all day long
chewing good leaves avoiding the wrong
building its chain trying to reach
the magic record of twenty one inch

Finally after training for weeks
it crawled triumphantly link and more links
ready to claim what it thought it deserve
longer than all courageous and brave

Asked by reporters its secret of success
telling eat and sleep good avoid stress
go for it get busy engage
champion worm lives now in a glass cage

beware of what you wish for little worm
you are already free and in form
life has an advantage surrounded by green
not being famous not being seen

BORDER SONG by Josef Firestone

7/22/2007

Border song

The border is only
miles away
I read a sign

Bordes are like women...
first you see a sign
than you pass a gate
you show
a crampled passport
And than
you're on your way again

Looking back - without a name
they were all the same..
left their mark and stamp
before i left the camp

La frontera, border grenz
blondie in my Mercedes Benz
giving gas, a cloud of dust
one more border in my past

Blue sand by Josef Firestone

7/18/2007

Blue Sand

Six men seated round
an old owk table not making sound
finally rose the honorable Mr. White
saying the words aloud
his heart covered with right hand
we must first believe in Blue sand

if we all think alike
not ressisting not going on strike
in every city farm and town
looking up never down
the old children women every guy
only than would it drop from the sky

Do you actually mean
asked hesitantly Mr. Green
great Blue sand will just
drop from heavens in a cloud of dust
down to earth with no rope
giving us the long awaited hope

yes i do too - no i know
mumbled Mr. Yellow
on what ground or reason
in other words what's his mission
if i may be so humble to ask
said smiling Mr. Black

Our leader saw it clear as day
making the path showing the way
by the holy tree in a dream
talked directly at him
the Blue sand appeared
said he'll be back and dissapeared

Mr. Brown excitedly agreed
that's the truth indeed indeed
leaving the chair
fingers brushing his thin hair
the Blue sand brings unity
and will rinse humanity
purify our heart and soul
so we can reach our finale goal

we have nothing instead
grinned Mr. Red
the commoners want this mega effort
and we will be there to support
getting our share of the new way
that's quite reasonable wouldn't you say

The crowd must really believe
in give and give not to recieve
bundle together all are might
stopping bloodshed avoiding fight
only than wiil come the bright
Blue sand and give us light

Blue sand drifting down soon
cleansing air clouds even the moon
earth water and shore
will shine like never before
blue sand is coming
be there do your chore
open your heart open your door

Curtains&walls by Josef Firestone

7/17/2007

Curtains&walls

Curtains&walls falling from above
half way down they choose a clown
A city clown like you and i
walls&curtains before his eyes

Curtain says - come here
the wall - you're near
Its my fault - no, its not
it wasn't this - it wasn't that

The highest wall - bound to fall
if it's only built - on fear and guilt
Tornado wind blows them to dust
no curtains, walls, present or past

City clown wake up and dance
your life is now take a chance
take a hammer & nail
Break the walls - get out of jail

Observe than stop to run
put back your pink glasses on
walls&curtains will fall soon
behind you'll find a bright full moon

Border song by Josef Firestone

7/17/2007

Border song

The border is only
miles away
I read a sign

Bordes are like women
first you see a sign
than you pass a gate
you show
a crampled passport
And than
you're on your way again

Looking back - without a name
they were all the same..
left their mark and stamp
before i left the camp

La frontera border grenz
blondie in my Mercedes Benz
giving gas a cloud of dust
one more border in my past

The Void by Josef Firestone

7/15/2009

Where knowledge stops the void begins
Around one goes but no way in
Emptiness is not without and not within
The It beyond would not be seen

Life accumulates so many things man do not need
A most bizarre collection that has to do with greed
The purpose of gathering is anyone‘s guess
Most likely man prefers a bit more than less

The ones most quoted would never see
Well travelled scholars will not be free
Alluded words mumbled in darkened caves
Manage thousand years later to make waves

Main Streets named after the blind
Who led their people to just one side
Great buildings in honor of the deaf
Demanding obedience and complete faith

Knowledge samples all those unchecked facts
Points of view declared in long gone past
A split second of recollection separates free and clear
From deviations of mind seemingly far or near

The void unattainable, untouched or defined
Like guardian angels, soul mates or secret wine
Where memory stops the It begins
Like all unknown sources not to be seen

Copyright©2009 Josef Firestone

WHEN THINGS FALL INTO PLACE by Josef Firestone

7/15/2009

When things fall into place
Down deep beneath the surface
Things are parts of one
Eternal truth is never gone
Into place, means the real
Emptiness at last revealed

That is all the poet could write
After decades of inner fight

THE VOID by Josef Firestone

7/15/2009

UNSEEN by Josef Firestone

5/3/2008

Unseen

Unseen is the spirit unseen is the mind
unseen are sounds and sights left behind
unseen are the walls being constantly built
unseen is desire and feelings of guilt

Unseen to the world is the girl i adore
unseen is my longing all the way to the core
unseen are my dreams all in vain
unseen are emotions locked in neuronal chain

Unseen are happy moments ringing bells
unseen are cravings residing in cells
unseen are behaviour patterns and such
I wish i could see them oh i wish it so much

Unseen are the words that i wanted to say
to the world to my love not a word of dismay
unseen is the life that i call my own
I wish there was more that i wasn't alone

Unseen is my wish that we would share the unseen
that we both be together the way it has been
reality of tomorrow is the unseen of today
I wish it was easy not a big price to pay

The Short Fuse by Josef Firestone

5/3/2008

The short fuse

In a world of disiluse
life is burning a short fuse
destiny that will never exist
a dictator king and narcissist

Roughing it out- a boost
getting ready for the worst
the scum gladly collected
the rarest dirt best elected

Streets looking like a wild savanna
wolf lion snake monkey with banana
big screens boards stretching for miles
hiding filth desire and faked smiles

Dogs barking on innocent cats
cats choking on filthy rats
cockroaches the size of mice
it's all included in the price

Fifth element Sixth sense so what?
the only sense good messenger has got
is not show up
leave world to rot

Prophet sounds like profit
ever wonder why?
preach very much like prick
my my
shaman reads like you know what
mind equals illusion is that a fact?

DJ on stage plays bum bam ban
crowd of dancers don't care none
move your body shake that bum
dance to rhythm dance to drum

Saturday night fever city bound
enjoy it while you can don't look around
the universe will be there when sun shines
garbage trucks will clean the street of slime

Behind it all maybe a glimpse
around the corner not yet eclipse
good better best of human kind
bound to choose a brighter side

The way we were by Josef Firestone

5/21/2009

The way we were

Small waves broke gently on deserted shore
Retreated then came back to mingle
The beauty of this evening’s sunset
At last together, not as single
No thought passed, no words exchanged
The way we were

Noisy cars, low decks you name it
Ugliness, drains litter all around
Shouts, profanities right and left
City dwellers, tunnels downtown bound
Escaping on the order of the day
We were that way

Around the table laughter heard
Debating if a movie was really good
Balancing accounts, conscience and recollection
Being content with life’s progression
After all in our mind we travelled far
The way we are

Up high or low we opened our eyes
For the first time
Surrounded by rays of light
Bright yet soft
A gentle ray approached, a blur
Revealing we never were

Copyright ©2009 Josef Firestone