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“Balance” (Orphaned Youth of Dreams)

 

Awkward kept balance

steps swept up in a jar
Who tilts the dusty drink
who filters the near and far
Who climbs the stairs of prayers
who stumbles onto wholly places
Who finds the lost and lonely 
only to linger in their faces
Take root children
forefathers need to fly
They cannot stay your anchor
they must seed the sky
Sobering the spectrum
staggering extremes
Wayward and winding the
orphaned youth of dreams

Ignoring invitations
starving pleasures well
Slighting measures man made
diluting the purity of Hell 
Reinforcing structure
holding off cave in
Spirit in the rafters
spanning fiend and friend
Take root children
forefathers need to fly
They cannot stay your anchor
they must seed the sky
Sobering the spectrum
staggering extremes
Wayward and winding the
orphaned youth of dreams
Farewell cements devotion
with a ‘Goodbye’ or amen
Prayers for light must be uttered
from the darkness of a den
‘Bring balance to the future
though today we trip and fall
Allow me the means to answer
when son and daughter call’
Take root children
forefathers need to fly
They cannot stay your anchor
they must seed the sky
Sobering the spectrum
staggering extremes
Wayward and winding the
orphaned youth of dreams

 

© Paul Norman Tapp

 

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“Eternity Spills”

In the beginning his word was censured
how mighty be the papal pen
Later he was misquoted …
by more modern men

Who said how you voted
may well be a mortal sin
I say a prayer to find him now
forever and ever a-zen

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

Point of interest became a matter of record
made your case air-tight
Classified data base
obscured wrong from right

Now your secrecy so troubles me
the darkness of no light shed
The way you smiled, reconciled
certain soon I’d be dead

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

 

Deli cuts of justice
baloney truth… on rye
Honesty sliced and diced
and severed up as a lie

From the gloom of his belly
he throws up his last meal
Death Row inmate
has lost his last appeal

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

 

This world … so dark
I swear I lost my right hand
Setting out right then and there
I left to find a brighter land

Clutching the censured good book
I set out to testify
“Never swear an oath
without a solid alibi”

And Rain is beading on a rail
slowly dripping into a pail
Until alas the bucket fills
God blinks while eternity spills

© Paul Norman Tapp

 

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“You’ll Fare Well”(Electric Delta Severed)

 

Electric Delta severed

cut-off from the blues
Streams of serpents flooding
we wade with no shoes

Surging springs the upset
wreckage we can’t lift
Imported comforts’ colander
slowly begins to sift

And John the barefoot screaming
stay calm these asps don’t bite
Strangled drowned unbitten
snakeskin draped and out of sight

 

If you bare hell
Of daily strife
You’ll fare well
In the afterlife

 

Altered roads encountered
flux destinations day
Living map discovered
of course you’ve lost your way

Commotion now the order
filtered ears in vogue  
Sanitized Jesus peddled  
by a street corner rogue

 

 

Lost men must learn to smile
double back and grin
Pray the extra mile
takes them home again

 

If you bare hell
Of daily strife
You’ll fare well
In the afterlife

Brilliant signs blinding
an out of step parade  
Upon the bandstand playing
Boots House slides switchblade

Cross murmuring steel strings
a joyful noise a sorrowful hand
Customer voided warranty
on the promised land

Never wave a flag or banner
if you can’t afford being seen
The invisible man unnoticed
keeps his conscience clean

If you bare hell
Of daily strife
You’ll fare well
In the afterlife

© Paul Norman Tapp

 

 

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 “Dead Father”

If time is a healer
how come I’m not well
Seasons bring more sickness
than I should tell

So I’m laughing through hard times
though the joke is told on me
‘That I’ll be fighting this sickness
through all eternity’

I’ve amended my heart
attending to you
This is my last declaration
written in blue

I’m hanging on black
I’m ringing up white
I’m seeing things as if
they were day and night

I Am A Dead Father

Laughter sings out
from the dark room
The man in the photo
escaping his tomb

Arriving in handcuffs
ignored by host
Giving the blind the chance
to grieve his ghost

 

A vagrant here
emptying out his coffer
Petitioning all to partake
But none hears his offer

Fumbling the horderve plate
caviar hits the floor
A strange French girl
knocks on the back door

I Am A Dead Father

You are handed a negative
you raise it to the light
Someone strikes a match
in the dead of night

You are smiling
but you are not sure why
For every lost face
a virgin must die

In the canyon breeching
death and birth
Echo his last words
spoken on earth

As if to brace us
for his infinite fall
“I love you…
I love you all”

I Am A Dead Father

© Paul Norman Tapp

 

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Gold Tooth Woman


She bows her head so seldom
I’m humbled by the event
And when she reaches out to touch me
there are feelings I can’t prevent
A big stone shifts inside me
I had pushed it to the tallest cliff
Now there’s no peace in the valley
There’s an avalanche of “what-ifs”
What if red fell off the apple
What if candy was not sweet
What if the world dined from one table
What if roots grew from the nomad’s feet
What if the leopard lost his spots
And a fish outta water breathed a sigh
Then I guess a Gold Tooth Woman…
… Might be satisfied
Nothings been consistent
Nothing is tried and true
Breaking down and reforming
seems to balance you
Change may strike like lightning
Shocking the speed of change
I have felt my matter scatter
And familiar scenes spiral strange


What if red fell off the apple
What if candy was not sweet
What if the world dined from one table
What if roots grew from the nomad’s feet
What if the leopard lost his spots
And a fish outta water breathed a sigh
Then I guess a Gold Tooth Woman…
… Might be satisfied
I have waited for you darling
I have waited for so many years
I learned how to speak Spanish
When weary of my English tears
Beauty has grown foreign
sweetness spawns decay
Heartbroken in the desert
bitterness lost its way
What if red fell off the apple
What if candy was not sweet
What if the world dined from one table
What if roots grew from the nomad’s feet
What if the leopard lost his spots
And a fish outta water breathed a sigh
Then I guess a Gold Tooth Woman…
… Might be satisfied
© Paul Norman Tapp

 

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“The Gift of Love”

In tattered cloak
In tattered cloak
with stitched on smile
Detained behind
a wicked turn stile
Chattels none
declaring only blue
And this stone
in my worn out shoe
I bare no gifts
only the song I sing
It’s the gift of love…
that I bring
Roaming bandits
forced me to hide
Tore my cloak fleeing
the thorny riverside
Dreamed a stream of dreams
From a dry creek bed
Knew the way was safe
when all my tears were shed
A pauper that can sing
knows the heart of a king
It’s the gift of love
that I bring


The night saw
thousands turned away
but I made it through
with the break of day
You can’t see me or
this turn stile blue
But I leave my cloak
and this stone for you
And now my ghost gains
it’s angel’s wing
It’s the gift of love
that I bring
© Paul Norman Tapp

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Intangible Voice


Early morning... departing
evening dreams
The ceremony called living...commencing
much more than it seems
Begin the sacred rituals
brushing teeth and combing hair
Living breathing transformed spirit
sighing... consumer of air
Think of your current position
placement marks consequence
Move out from center...beyond...
the steamroller of events
Soak in splendid spectacle
see all you can see
But first filter then purify
all victims’ destiny
One cocoon is not enough
this snake sheds many skins
Gains may not be measured
by un-consecrated wins
Exhaustion presents its privilege
judgments canceled as are burdens of choice
Sleep in cracks of concrete
the warm tremolo of the Intangible Voice
Turning corners on reality
these wheels must survive
So please maintain your vehicle
at the truth we soon arrive
Signify location
commemorate the clock
Set the hands in motion
on your door I may knock
Allowing words to ripen
when wisdom is still green
Naturally he was just lucky
or was his sight so keen
Presently resting satisfied
having mailed away my sins
Lord to be now sanctified
no rooster ruling hens
Celebration elevates our wonder
the time has come to rejoice
Sleep in cracks of concrete
the warm tremolo of the Intangible Voice

Night demands scores of lullabies
for babies blossom in the dark
The hush of mother’s whisper
quails both bite and bark
A dog rests at her slippers
dirty dishes on the table wait
Before plates the slate is cleaned
patience behooves our fate
Babe and beast soon asleep
scraps of songs are sung
Singing is its own prayer
on the ladders broken wrung
Climbing into the crib
children without choice
Sleep in cracks of concrete
the warm tremolo of the Intangible Voice
© Paul Norman Tapp

 

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