Time Passes By

all of my mistakes I want to forget them
	all sentient beings I want to protect them
		I know I can do some good
		with what I have I think I should

I don’t need to realize all that I’ve dreamed
	my only wish is to be redeemed
		I’m not looking for someone to blame
		the more things change they stay the same

I don’t want to lead a life of quiet desperation
	I  just want peace before I reach my destination
		you’re so you’re so beautiful
		tu eres bonita
		
		and I’m so glad I didn’t kill myself
		I’m so glad I didn’t kill myself
		I’m so glad I didn’t kill myself

         
		© David Shodo Portolano


Saving Lives

Crushed

MOURNING PRAYER 
oh Lord I fear
death will soon
over take me
Father how could
you forsake me?
at least I was given
this long all 
I have offered
in return was
a song
words and notes
are what I feel 
most at the 
last supper 
who will make 
the toast?
as I wander 
aimlessly
through the 
valley of the dead
mumbling my invocations
prostrations to 
the Son of Man
am I not your son
as well? remember
the angel the
angel who fell
© DSP

Mourning Prayer

REPENT 
Have you ever tried to shake off a ghost?
I can assure it’s enough to kill most folks
wake you up in the middle of the night
fighting with your fear
(chorus)
gonna meet the devil head on
gonna look him in the eye
gonna stare that bastard down
before I die
How long does it take to be forgiven?
I need to change this sinful
life that I’ve been living before my 
door he comes knocking once again
(chorus)
I’m full of so much negative energy
I’m gonna do somebody harm
oh, Lord can’t you help me?
oh, Lord have mercy
have mercy on my soul
gonna meet the devil...
© David Shodo Portolano


Repent

Poetry Power

If I Had A Son

SANTA FE SATORI
out on the patio ice cold Pacifico great green this is my scene Saturday morning Santa Fe this is living my way what to do what mountain to explore the door has been opened let the fountain flow Vasco de Gama victory for Vincent and homesick Mama weeps she keeps the thought that this is the place for our son mi hijo to grow up and be strong in his convictions recite the benedictions to the crows that fly over our heads towards the Continental Divide glide drift the winds shift we must rely on our charts hearts contented maps and legends navigational compass compassion be assured in your direction seek protection from Los Santos and stare down Los Diablos that insist on hanging around lose them downtown on the Plaza Viva La Raza y La Tierra seeking the ghost of Pancho Villa and Padre Pio out on the Camino Real walking our penance on the Royal Road © DSP

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