Who has the energy has the power

Who has the energy has the power 
and makes the decision, conserve or devour.

Who has the energy rules whether schools 
produce educated citizens or ignorant fools.

Who has the energy controls Congress 
and who does and does not have access.

Who has the energy gets to pick 
is that or not a law of physics?

Who has the energy for us bequeath 
what children eat, drink, and breathe.

Who has the energy gets to state 
yes or no to a people-friendly climate.

Who has the energy makes the statement, 
whether there's democracy in government.

Who has the energy are whom we adore 
and we make this country of, by, and for.

Who has the energy on this sunny day? 
It's you and I, or that's what I pray.

Charles Ashurst 2015 8 13 edited 2022 8 21 and 2022 10 26 and 2024 6 24

who has the energy has the power 2022 10 26

I was on the run
from the blade of the law
until' I got caught and now
awaits the national razor

at Place de la Concorde
where it's ankle deep blood
and the sans culottes all sing out
allons enfants de la patrie
le jour de gloire est arrivé
contre nous de la tyrannie
l'étendard est sanglant est levé
l'étendard est sanglant est levé

I'm pretty sure
they just marked an x on my door
I'd rather flee once more
or gorge the hemlock in mere uncertainty

Lo, I shall be brief
first I have to concede
that, what is worse than death
is this heartfaint hanging in between

through my head plows
recurring thoughts of
my head conjoined in a bundle

and my sweat pours,
from the depth of my core
and that tribunal court
their pliable glares
desperate baked tones
all their faked cheers
fleeced my soul
and away I stumbled

Please send my regards
to Robespierre and the boys
to papa ol' regime
to all discarded hoards
those ceaseless talks of virtue
nature's one cure
can't say that I do
miss them terribly

the one uprightness
I ever knew
was the one I shew
my spouse every night

and you'd better
burn this letter
I'm thinking of your life
not just mine

Send My Regards

Of all the fools in this world
you are one of them
Of all those boots that you tear so well
I can wear none of them

So brush that dust
right of your shoes
and save yourself the trouble when
the present's offering you a clue saying
I would never I would never
No I would never mistreat my own
dignity or solar plexus
nor neglect whatever that perplexes
the solitary wanderer
the vagabond existing on the borders
of nowhere
How the city sit solitary
that was full of people
how is she become as a widow?
I do not know

I do not know...

Know I would never mistreat her no
you say that now for all you know
the greatest tool for fools affirms that
I would never I would never
Would you ever let yourself
be filled and drunk on all the bitterness
that consumes of all
the wormwood and the gall
remember Ieremia's affliction and misery
be filled with all the tenderness
the signs of kind affection
and the innocence of the small

How the city sit solitary
that was full of people
How is she become as a widow
I do not...

The Lesser of Fools

Cordelia
All your memorabilia
have been kept safe
and locked away
until this day
I hand it over to you
now that wheel
to which you were bound
is no longer on fire

Cordelia
I'm releasing you
Cordelia
All the more all the same
graceful in mine eye
yes I'm sure
your love is more
ponderous than your tounge
could ever conspire

Cordelia
Unlike Ophelia
and those harpee sisters
in your midst
forever foul and never fair
with neither inkling nor a clue
that it is your lips
men wishes to seal with righteous kiss
but you're tired
are you not
dear daughter of Lear

Howl

Your beauty puts my poems on par
with the talking ravens in the tower

Kraa...

Howl

Dreamcatcher

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Could be a lot of nonsense
As you scroll on down
You could be forgiven for not
Realising the profound

New jazz age pharaoh
Looking back at me  
Hoping your persuasion 
Will entice engagingly

Quantum entanglement
Was I surprised to learn
Could be what forms the true
Fabric of the Universe

A need to impart our latest
And not so idle talk
Communicate by sharing
A call to walk the walk

You could maybe ask yourself
Just what’s real and what is not
Quantum mechanics
The reality of the cosmos

Quantum entanglement
Was I surprised to learn
Could be what forms the true
Fabric of the Universe

Delayed choice paradox
The laws of quantum physics
Taking all this in
Leaves me feeling kinda dizzy
Dizzy

Quantum entanglement
Was I surprised to learn
Could be what forms the true
Fabric of the Universe
Of the Universe

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My songs exist for one reason, the sheer joy of a guy singing a song.

I'm a quarter Danish, a quarter Texan, and half Mormon.

Influence: Steve Miller, U Utah Philips, Wendy Carlos, Aere Greenway, Phil Oaks. Mike Pinder, Moody Blues, Blood Sweat and Tears. Bob Dylan, Mark Russel, Aretha Franklin, The Buffalo Springfield, Frank Sanatra, Jonie Mitchel, Judy Collins, Buffy St Marie, Lee Nolan West, James Paul Ashurst, Mathew Brice Ashurst, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Doors, Ann Ashurst Jackson, Susan Caroline Ashurst, John what-the-hells-his-middle-name Ashurst, Earl Mark Ashurst, Joe, Barabara Brown Ashurst, Douglas Stevens, Paul Stevens, Hazen Stevens, Stan Stevens, Bob Stevens, Lee Stevens, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and Jesus Christ. Amen.
My music doesn't come out of San Francisco. It doesn't come out of Detroit. It doesn't come out of the Mississippi Delta. I'd be proud if it did but it's not trying to be that. My music comes out of Mormon country, USA, within a place, within a period of history, within this culture. I'm trying embrace my LDS, my progressive, and my ultra conservative loved ones.