The New Idea - Part Two (07/12/2009)

by Zachary L. Power
revised & edited by Tony & Zach


Straight out of Spain-land
Fate wheeled fortune round again
Listen. You will hear of tales so true
Listen and I will hear yours, too

Nothing ever seemed so cabaret
As when you sang and banged on those ivories
Keeping safe, the bread and medicinas were in the mill while your book bled
Mama was the best woman you ever could have met, and
M.C. Rebel, once in the woods, replied that she brothers Pedro
She is the morning that will not be wasted
Besides, bedside life repels the likes of some strangers

Venture past the thorns and promise me
You'll make it through the Gates of Eternity

"Let the fair eyes guide you"
"Let the fair eyes smile upon you"

She followed her heart through the Rabbit Hold in her bedchamber
For that hole in the wall leads to the dining hall so Hellsome and eyeballs so handsome and flesh so old and un-day-lit that something inside her revealed to her senses complexless dutifully drawing her chalk hand
Unlocking the gold key's home to escape with her shoes on

Oh, brightening moon of freedom, well balanced in the Spanish sky
I've asked you before, and again I'll ask you now to cry
to cry for the fallen
Those struck down, un-badged
To cry for the living
Those held down by our not-Captain
To cry for the fear-struck
those targeted wrongly
To cry for the Mother
She is beautifully tempered

Straight out of our land, my destiny glows
To bring her the fortune that only I bring
And this gospel slogan hymn from within
Is all freestyle expression that we are all dressed in

The valley where trains slide sideways, exploded
These deathless distractions by Anonymous factions
Govern no graces, Unnamed, with no traces
The steam engine's rail cards delivering us riches
To man, woman, child, to receive proper rations

Chica niña dreams of the day when the light will show
She speaks softly of her family's needs
She'll soon know to look up, seeing her own Destiny

Oh, bright moon of rebellion
You cry out for our freedom
I've asked you before and again I'll ask you now to cry
To cry for the fallen
those struck down, un-badged
To cry for the living
Those held down by our not-Captain
To cry for the sickened, the vain, and the wicked
To cry for those of us that, at times, may hunger
To cry for the children that cry out for their fathers
To cry for the children that cry out for their fathers
To cry for our brothers and sisters who wait, still imprisoned
To cry for the lovers who escaped but run recklessly
We cry for the Full Moon
La Luna, La Luna!
We cry for the Full Moon
La Luna, La Luna!

07/12/2009 @ 9:05pm