Moojo Cafe

i just don't get it

i just don't get
how fear leads to anger
how insecurity leads to rage
how we can turn
our vulnerability
inside out and
put our dramas
on a mental stage
to lash out at our brothers
to curse out at our sisters
let our thoughts
be run by fears
when what we really want
is to dissolve
in a release
of quiet tears
where is that middle place
between fear and rage
that place where we
stop ourselves
where we quietly
turn the page
let our anger
morph into tears
let shouted words
go unspoken
let our hearts
become quiet
before our spirits
get broken
take me there please
to a gentler place
and time
where i care less
about saving face
and more about communion
with the divine

the gamble

step right up
and place your bet
my money's on truth
it hasn't lost yet
bullshit says "hit me"
but the dealer
always wins
ratchet up the stakes
go ahead go all in
bullshit counts the cards
but the truth
always wins

torrid

the heat the
passion the desire
the urge
it's florid and
beautiful
and torrid
to purge
the surge of sublime
releases your will
it's torrid
and florid
and beautiful
to purge

persistence

persistence resistance
the battle against movement
shoving you forward
while you push back
digging in your heels
clawing at the walls
unwilling to let go
of ties that bind you
to present and past
resisting your path
derailing your journey
telling yourself really
what's the hurry?
persisting in your resistance
is wearing you down
it's sapping your strength
to go to these lengths
just for the satisfaction
of feeling some traction

deja vu

a shadow passes
just behind you
you turn quickly
glance behind you
what was that?
a chill a thrill
you sense a presence
then suddenly you're awash
in sensation
you relax and sigh
no need to ask why
a shadow passed
behind you
it was just yourself
floating from the past
you're traveling
in space
to this present place
that's what they call
a deja vu

awakening

eyelids flutter
she starts to mutter
holds still
until
he releases his touch
tries again
let me in
he whispers
imagining her thoughts
she's awakening
but faking
that she's not

spellbound

you hold my gaze
see through the haze
the veil the
drama and denial
you look inside
i cannot hide
i'm letting go
of being a liar
i'm spellbound
ground down
to a wire
that sparks and burns
doesn't wait its turn
look at me baby...
spellbound

destiny

i like to think of
destiny as a cowgirl
a spunky gal with spurs
on her boots and
a bad-ass hat on her
head she's a free spirit
who likes to ride
fast in the desert
maybe that sounds
cartoonish but
i'm quite serious
i've seen her out there
catching glimpses of her
in the arid landscape
her outline shimmering
through the desert heat
i'm sure it's her
it's the way she
looked at me and
pointed to the mountains
in the distance
i knew exactly what
she was saying
even though no words
were exchanged

i'm coming Miss Destiny
i just have to find
the right horse

rising

wouldn't it be funny
if our egos had auras?
we'd probably barely
make it through door
frames and we'd be
bumping into each other
constantly in public places
like a whole species
of people wearing
Michelin Man suits

i believe we get confused
most of the time by
focusing on puffing ourselves
up and pushing our egos
out to try to draw
attention to try to get
noticed to clamor for
acknowledgment

a true act of courage
would be to lie prostate
to peel back our
ego-suits and leave them
on the ground to rise
up naked in our bare
essence and walk through
life without our fear
preservers

all those Michelin
Man-like people would
really look funny then

the experiment

welcome to my laboratory
where i'm conducting
an experiment on
the power of ease
don't mind that woman
over there with all
the wires and sensors
attached to her body
i know she seems to
be thrashing around
and yes her groans and
mutterings can get
quite loud but honestly
she's not in pain she just
thinks she is
you see, she insists
on doing things
the hard way
i keep telling her
that if she'd just relax
and let things unfold
if she'd just get out of
that very busy head of
hers and slow down
her thoughts life would
get so much easier
but, well, you can see
i haven't had
much success
honestly i would
have thought we'd be
wrapping up this
experiment decades ago
but (sigh) we're
still here