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The Spirit of the Music Man

by

Christopher Coyne

The music man is young
Inexpirienced

He takes the metal in hand
Sounds more chaotic than melodious
But the metal sings nonetheless

He's a little older
More expirienced
He takes it again in hand
The metal sings it's beautifull song
In the hands of the music man

Then he goes
Into a crowd gathering
To listen to someone
He stops until once again
He makes the metal sing

Long live the music man
And the spirit
That makes it possible
For the music man to blow
And the metal to sing.


Rio Grande

by

Christopher Coyne

There's a line across the river
It's called the Rio Grande

Our side is sometimes Heaven
The other often Hell

We waste half we eat
And feed it to the dogs
While the people across the Rio
Barely have enough to eat

We bitch about a dollar
When there's those that can't make a dime
Livin' over the line
The line of the Rio Grande.


The Jesus I know

by

Christopher Coyne

2000 years ago
In a land far away
Wanted to show love
To all people
Great and small

People had barriers
Wars waged
People sinned
What to do
Baffled simple and scolar alike

Reluctantly but willingly
Him and son
Know what to do
He lived among us
And eventually
Streched and died
Giving freedom like never before
And removing barriers
Forever.


Real Men?

by

Christopher Coyne

Mamma didn't want me
Screamed at me from birth
Daddy died when I was 2
But I don't cry
'Cause real men don't cry

Mamma re-married
had a divorce
But kept livin' with the bastard
But I didn't cry
'Cause real men don't cry

Didn't always have enough
Gave meals up for Mamma
Told Momma I didn't feel well
But I didn't cry
'Cause real men don't cry

Brother was born
Knew Daddy wouldn't stick around
So I became Daddy
But I didn't cry
'Cause real men don't cry

2 sisters were born
Daddy ran out again
I'd had much practice by now
'Cause real men don't cry

I help support the family now
Although Momma for me still has no time
Brother and me are close
But real men don't cry...Right?


I Can't Do it Huh?

by

Christopher Coyne

The bumble bee can't fly
The Holiness Astrophisics Astronomical Church says
The body's too big
The wings too small

But the bumble bee
Knows not the laws
Of the Holiness Astrophisics Astronomical Church
It's never been a member

So the bumble bee
Flies along
Like the laws of the Holiness Astrophisics Astronomical Church
Do not exist

So the church of the Holiness Astrophisics Astronomical Church marvel
They've heard all their live it can't be done
But the bumble bee never heard this
So it just putters along.


Fading Time

by

Christopher Coyne

The minutes tick
A building's up
A street kid goes to jail
A building's down
The sun goes down

Time goes so fast
So hard to keep up
When I was a child
I thought as a child
But I no longer think as a child
And neither do my friends

Seems just like yesterday
I was causing michief
Where did the time go?
It came and went so fast
The years I thought would last forever
Are now like a vapor

Change is constant
But some things remain
The sun still rises and sets
The clouds are still in place
And there is still a God
That is bigger than us
And the changes we go through.


The Corporate Drugee

by

Christopher Coyne

"There goes the pot head"
Everyone says
"He's dangerous" They say
"We must lock him up" They say

The officer drives by
"What is the disturbance mam?"
"The pot head's at it again"
He must be locked up, for we have a war on drugs:>

We bust the zombie
We like to call him a pot head
While we rid the world of Poes and Mozarts
By stuffing ritalin down our childrens throats

We enslave the illegal zombies
While we make zombies of our own
Prozac is our candy see
We know not anything else

And while we give lithium to nuts
What classifies a nut I still don't know
We throw the drugee in jail
And throw away the key

So take your soma my friends
Take as much as you wish
And embrace the Brave New World.


I Hate

by

Christopher Coyne

I hate
I dunno what I hate
I just hate

I call people faggot and spic
'Cause I hate

I got shot
My compadres backed me up
'Cause we hate

We died soon
'Cause we hate.


The Corporate Drugee

by

Christopher Coyne

"There goes the pot head"
Everyone says
"He's dangerous" They say
"We must lock him up" They say

The officer drives by
"What is the disturbance mam?"
"The pot head's at it again"
He must be locked up, for we have a war on drugs.:>

We bust the zombie
We like to call him a pot head
While we rid the world of Poes and Mozarts
By stuffing ritalin down our children's throats

We enslave the illegal zombie
While we make zombies of our own
Prozac is our candy see
We know not anything else

And while we give lithium to nuts
What classifies a nut I still don't know
We throw the drugee in jail
And throw away the key

So take your soma my friends
Take as much as you wish
And embrace the Brave New World.


Wild Dreams

by

Christopher Coyne

The dreams of the just and unjust
Fall on each just the same
Everybody wants to get somewhere
Everybody wants to be somebody

The dream is a mighty thing
It's a magical thing
It must be nurtured
For a dead dream is a travesty

But a dream still alive
Now that's something special
It changes the world
Changes the people
Changes you

The dreams of the just and unjust
Fall on each just the same
Everybody wants to get somewhere
Everybody Wants to be somebody.


Red, White, and Status Quo

by

Christopher Coyne

The rights of the peacefull
Are trampled on everyday
For you can have any oppinion you want
As long as it satisfies Mr. Status Quo

The people stand outside
Beligerant and indignent
A man stands up
Says, "You can't worship"
"For you don't believe like me"
While wearing an American flag on his chest

We scoff at Salem
Something that happened 200 years ago
But it still happens
By men and women
With American flags on their chests

So stand up
Rise up and claim your rights
For the fight has always belonged
To the willing
To fight the status quo
To fight men with American flags
On their chests.


The Curtain of the Great Divide

by

Christopher Coyne

It was a blistery yet foggy night
Two factions were fighting that day
Neither side to the other's liking
They fought like cats and dogs
The body count rose and rose

One side got tired and weary
Both sides still hating
They decided to meet
Tea and vodka was the drink

The talk went on
For hours and hours
All about something
All about nothing

Still hating
They turned to each other
Looking into the eyes of each other
They realized they stayed for at least an hour
Without slamming down a big red button

Then they realized
If an hour, then maybe a day
If a day, then maybe a month
If a month, then maybe a year
If a year, then maybe; just maybe, it can last a lifetime.


Sanitarium 2

by

Christopher Coyne

We throw around the word insane
But what is insanity really?

Insanity is a way
For us to justify our own abnormalities

An insane person
Is someoen that talks differently than us
Walks differently than us
Acts differently than us
Thinks differently than us

So when we medicate insanity
Are we medicating insanity
Or our own abnormalities


The lovable, Breathable, Toxic Waste Dump

by

Christopher Coyne

The balkers balk
The starers stare
The train moves right along

Individually wrapped toxic waste that we know so well
Moving along streets paved with more toxic waste
And the train moves right along

We scream for pure air as our lungs fill with smoke
As we ride the train of toxic waste
And the train moves right along

Earth is a dyin'
But we don't wanna be inconvenienced by her screams
So we ignore her

And the train moves right along.


Ode to the Fallen Musician

by

Christopher Coyne

Ode to the fallen musicians
The creativity
The skill
The power

How could they die
So young
So pure
All in a second

The creativity
Now going to another
The vessels will be missed
Ode to the fallen musicians.


Where No One Knows My Name

by

Christopher Coyne

I wanna go
Where no one knows my name
Clean slate for all
For I don't know them
And they don't know me

My biggest problem
Being familiarity breeding contempt
Solved in an instant

Watch the waterfall whoosh
Hear the mockingbird sing
Feel the wind through my hair
Without someone looking at me funny
Or the sneers of contempt

Of course...smiles from close friends would be missed
The friends that have carried me on their backs so many times
The friends that every time I see them it seems like an eternity

I would miss the open mikes I've grown to love
Where I'm greeted with smiles and hugs
Where I'm called a character and for once it's not a bad thing
Where I can hear pieces about sex, love, hate, and everything in between

Maybe I don't wanna go
Where no one knows my name
Clean slates are maybe not so good after all
For I know people
And they know me.


The Master's Table

by

Christopher Coyne

The hecticness
The frustration
Sometimes too much
Sometimes hard to take

The drugees
Not getting enough
Of something they don't want

The religions
Ready to kill
All in the name of God

The people
Looking for a way out
And no one to show them

In the turmoil
There is sanctuary
For my master dwells in a building
In the middla of the battle

There I approach a table
Much substanance is found there
Peace is found there
Hope is found there

I will soon go out once again
To fight the good fight
But until then
I will take the substanance
And hear the words
Of the master.


The Unwannted Child

by

Christopher Coyne

About 2000 years ago
In a land not too far away
Two teenagers
Take off to a land called Bethlehem

The road was rough
For they were kids of not much means
And the girl was with child

No one had time for the pair
No one had room for them
Maybe the unmarried teens were hated
Or worse...maybe ignored

That is, until a lowly manger keeper took them in
The only visitors
Being a couple of shepherds
A drummer boy
And three witches

The boy soon grew to two
King Herod realizing the boy is the future king
Sends men out to kill all children
The only two people with pity:
3Three witches ironically
Take my Lord's son
Out of the city
Saving both us and him

This would be the man
Whose shoulders nations would and will rest on

This would be the man
Who would go out and heal the nations

This would be the man
Who would strech and die
To give hope
To give freedom
To you and me.


El Espíritu del Hombre de la Música

by

Christopher Coyne


El hombre de la música es joven
Sin experiencia

Toma el metal en sus manos
Suena más caótico que melodioso
Sin embargo, el metal canta

Envejece un poco
Tiene algo de experiencia
Vuelve a tenerlo en sus manos
Los sonidos del metal son una bella canción
En las manos del hombre de la música

Entonces se dirige
A una muchedumbre ansiosa
Por escuchar a alguien
Se detiene una vez más
Y hace cantar al metal

Larga vida al hombre de la música
Y al espíritu
Que hace posible
Que el hombre de la música sople
Y el metal cante

Translated by Miguel A. Ibarra


El Jesús que conozco

by

Christopher Coyne

Hace dos mil años
En una tierra muy lejana
Quiso mostrar amor
A toda la gente
Grande y pequeña

Entre la gente hay barreras
Preparan la guerra
La gente peca
Qué hacer
Frustrados como niños y escolares

Con mucha decisión
El y su hijo
Supieron qué hacer
El vivió entre nosotros
Y finalmente
Desfalleció y murió
Otorgando la libertad como nunca antes
Y quitando las barreras
Para siempre


Río Grande (Spanish Version)

by

Christopher Coyne

Hay una línea cruzando el río
Se llama el Río Grande

Nuestro lado es a veces el Cielo
Con frecuencia el otro es el Infierno

Desperdiciamos la mitad de lo que comemos
Y con eso alimentamos a los perros
Mientras la gente de allá cruzando el Río
Difícilmente tiene qué comer

Nos quejamos de no tener un dólar
Cuando ellos no tienen ni siquiera diez centavos
Viviendo sobre la línea
La línea del Río Grande

Translated by: Miguel A. Ibarra


Two Kids in Cennecticut and Everything Thereafter

by

Christopher Coyne

Two people
Two ages
Grow together
The respect growin'
And... as if it snuck on like a ghost...
The hearts begin to join

A little older
But still four years apart
The girl realizes that their hearts are now one
What to do eludes her
So... with their heart in her throat
She informs the young man
Scared and afraid, the man ignores
Finding it easier to make no decision than the wrong one

The man joining the Air Force
And the girl now turned woman
She decides to let him go
The heart is now shattered
But it must be done
For she must survive
And sometimes... that involves the unpleasant

Then... all of a sudden
As if out of nowhere
The man is back on her doorstep
Realizing now their hearts being one
They have the longest discussion ever
And as he leaves
He proposes

The two worlds collide
And for a moment
Time stands still...
For one boy
And one girl
And one heart
That joined at last after all this time.


The Lady That Keeps Running Through My Mind

by

Christopher Coyne

There's a lady in my mind
She's as beautifull as can be
I know she'll probably never be mine
But I like her just the same

She can be fiery as a dragon
Or gentle as a lamb
Her voice intoxicates
Her movements are like a summer breeze

She lights up the room
With her presence and her touch
When she is around
My face just lights up

She is the sun that rises in the morning
The moon that lights the night
The wind that gives solace
The warmth that gives life

The lady in my mind
May never know how I feel
I know she'll probably never be mine
But I like her just the same.


My Yule Wishes

by

Christopher Coyne

Yule time is here
The joy flows
The gifts given freely

Thiws Yule time
I have only three wishes:

To be wise as a serpent
To have the senses of a cheetah
And to be as gentle as a lamb

For even the same sun that gives life
Can also bring famine

The water that brings relief
Also destroys cities

The same force that brings life
Also brings death

So these being the reasons for my requests
Ihave only three wishes:

To be wise as a serpent
To have the senses of a cheetah
And to be gentle as a lamb.


The End of the World and a Phychedelic Trip

by

Christopher Coyne

Father Sun sits there
24-7... day in and day out
Working all the time
Needless to say it was time for vacation
For Father Sun was about to burn out

Not quite sure how
He consulted Brother Monkey
Brother Monkey said,
"Man, music is the way to go man
Jam out to my awesome tunes
And put on these shades man...
Your blood shot eyes make me nervous man."

The cheerleader, having her eye on Father Sun the whole time, said,
"Join me in this truck
For I can show you a REAL good time
Where you can be my squeeze toy
And we can romp around all night long
... But keep these shades on
They look cool

All of a sudden
A million explosions all at once
Go off inside Father Sun
As she romped around with him over
And over
And over again

Well, needless to say, Mother Moon got pretty steamed
She consulted Willy Wonka
Who happened to be Mother Moon's squeezwe toy at the time
But nothing they came up with worked

So... in desperation
Felix, a sly cat came in
An evil cat with untold power
He said, "I can make the trouble disappear"
So he got a magickal force
And erased everything
Including Mother Moon
Who through complaining
Caused everything anyway

But something happed
For, without anyone else
The cat had no reason to live

Deep sorrow set in
And... without more to do
He took the weapon
And with it his Life

And that... was the end of the world.


Balch Spring Winter Festival 2000

by

Christopher Coyne

Charge into the rec center
Scramble
Move those tables
Set up those booths
For the winter festival is about to begin

Throw those lights up
Turn 'em on
Squeeze into this space
Things must be done
For the winter festival is about to begin

All aboard
Sell the wares
Have a good time
For the jovial attitudes of everyone is present...
Catch that candy
Jump on that float
Laugh that belly laugh
Joke with the kids
For the winter festival is here

Now it's time to gather
Get on those bleachers
For cold as we are,
We still sing our carols
And drink our cocoa
For the winter festival is here

Now it's time to go
We pack up our things and go
It's time to lie down
And prepare for the sandman to visit
Because... although nobody wants to go
The winter festival is now over.


Untitled

by

Christopher Coyne

There's a man on my street
They call him Scareface
He goes out only when necessary
He's cold and alone
Nobody visits
And neither does he

The little ones are scared of him
The teenagers make fun of him
The adults are weary of him
For he's not too friendly
In fact... he's kinda creepy

People don't know
The fact he saved their lives
For he stopped a missile
Aimed directly at us
Disfigured by a grenade blast
His mission... never happened

There's a man on my street
They call him Scarface
He goes out only when necessary
He's cold and alone
Nobody visits
And neither does he.


The Coming Revolution

by

Christopher Coyne

There's a revolution brewin'
I can smell it
It smells of the coffehauses and bars
The coffehauses and bars where ideas form
Where they're nurtured... and encouraged

There's a revolution brewin'
I can taste it
It tastes of the sweet taste of rhythm and rhyme
Of ideas and ideals being fed to the masses

There's a revolution brewin'
I can feel it
It feels of tattered papers that feel like they'll fall apart if barely touched
The outside feels like cheap cardboard
It's binding feels like the cold, thin metal used to bind a spiral

There's a revolution brewin'
I can hear it
The melodious notes that intoxicate the masses
The drums of change pounding in the ear
The poet's voice calling for change

So be prepared
'Cause coming to a town near you...
The drums pounding
The poets calling
The winds of change a blowin'


The Life Force of All

by

Christopher Coyne

The universe is awesome
In so many ways
The intricacies
The minute exact details
That without...
Beings would perish

The vein in the maple leaf
As well as the blade of grass
All the same
Yet all different
And without the smallest detail
It would whither up
And die

The cosmos gives all
It's own life force
Each individual
Yet all unique
One being snuffed out
Causing major difficulty with all
In the balance of life

The cosmos amazes me
Each part being different
Yet each part being the same
All... in the circle... of life.


The Dirge for Dirge

by

Christopher Coyne


I died today
Well... at least my character did
Being stupid and harsh
I died outside the town of Lineage

I stand here perplexed though
Did my character die
Or was it me
Outside the town of Lineage
At the hands of friends and comrades

For I find Lately
I am dying a little daily
Dying to my rights
Dying to my allusions of truth
Dying... to myself

I no longer recognize myself
For I have improved much
Changing here and there
But as I change
I also die little by little

I died today
Well... at least my character did
Being harsh and stupid
I died outside the town of Lineage

How ironic.


The Invasion of the Land of Charlie

by

Christopher Coyne

This is dedicated to all the Vietnam Vets that fought and in turn lost themselves.

I pass a big area
It's surrounded by mesh and razor wire
Planes and helicopters coming and going

As I approach the gate
The man with fierce eyes looks at me
"None shall pass without proper identification
For we have an enemy many miles away
He's fierce and ruthless
Or so I'm told
I never really met him
But I know he'd kill us all if he could
Damn commies without hearts
Or, so I'm told"

I showed my draft card and entered
As I approached the helipad
Our commander met us
"We must fight the enemy
If we don't the world will end
Freedom will be lost"
Then I asked him how he knows
"You must be a draftee" My C.O. said
"We're in Uncle Sam's service now
We believe what he tells us
And do what he says
Don't You?
Well, I guess I did
Even though I never met the man
I guess he was a good guy

We touched down in the land of Charlie
There we got our orders
We were to march into the village
There we were to kill men, women, and children
Then we were to burn it to the ground
"Why?"I asked
"Soldier, when you're under Mr. Kennedy
You do as you're told
What kind of idiot are you?
Don't you know it's us or them?
They can walk twenty miles without eating
Move soldier!"

And with a gun on my back
I did my duty
And as I watched the eyes of children
I carried out my orders
Killing everyone in sight
And turning the villages into rubble

I didn't really go
The now elders did my dirty work
It can't be forgotten
It must be remembered
It must
Not happen
Again.


Haunting Mirrors

by

Christopher Coyne

I watch the youth
Casin' the joint
Like it ain't nothin'
Haunting me once again

Live by the gun
Die by the gun
Was the rule we lived by
Strikin' fear into our enemies
Was the name of the game

Driven by fear
Driven by hate
Driven by anger
Driven by hurt
We terrorized and ruled the 'hood

Most of my homiez dead now
Killed by their own law
Never to be seen from again
So why do mirrors from my past
Keep haunting me?


The Ananymous Pentacle

by

Christopher Coyne

The anonymous pentacle
Serving as a shining star for all Pagans
Especially for those
In the Land of the Broom Closet

May this serve as a reminder
That we are not alone
That there are others
That serve the Goddess

May people with torches
Never darken our doorsteps again

May the elements
Always favor us

And may our journeys
Always be safe

So mote it be.