Game 1: Phillies

How satisfying it was to see the Phillies take Game 1 of the 2009 World Series, in Yankee Stadium, against the New York Yankees. The Yankees represent everything that’s despicable about modern day sports. The Yankees, who go out and buy championships (forty WS appearances in the past century); the Yankees, who spent a billion dollars on their new baseball palace; the Yankees, with Rudy Giuliani and Alec Baldwin in their stands; the Yankees, who represent all that’s opulent and overblown in baseball.

This is David versus Goliath in the sports world. David wins round one with a slingshot. David has mostly homegrown talent, with a few amazing acquisitions; Goliath, with its endless pockets, goes shopping for talent every year.

Cliff Lee was dazzling. He pitched a masterpiece. It may not be so easy for the rest who follow him in the rotation. But the way they are playing right now, the Phillies can beat anybody.

Game 1: Philadelphia.

Dreams of Freedom

Every day the shadow grows
People walk the streets in gloom
Maybe I should find someplace
Hide myself inside some room

My head is heavy with remorse
There is less to do and say
A lonely man, a wild horse
Since they took my wings away

The sun is out on the horizon
Church bells peal as she sinks low
They’re all I have to keep me going
These dreams of freedom that I know

This could be the end of time
The entire world becomes a cell
This could be the night to rise
The heat is rising here in hell

And far away the sea is sparkling
Upon an ocean in the west
My maiden voyage found no maiden
But she will come when I’m at rest

The sun is out on the horizon
Church bells peal as she sinks low
They’re all I have to keep me going
These dreams of freedom that I know

The sun is out on the horizon
Church bells peal as she sinks low
They’re all I have to keep me going
These dreams of freedom that I know

Given

I am not given
To gadgets and buzzers
Bright flashing lights
Vibrations and pulses
Time-bound contracts

Miscarriages of vital juices all

I am forgiven
To admire things of permanence
The mountains the oceans
Forgone conclusion
The unflinching eternity
Of your eyes

Athlete in Twilight (for Brett Favre)

The sun is setting fast
On this matador of Sundays
Time, a raging bull but
He took time to its limit
Time rebounds faster than flesh
In the dark room he reviews the films
His sinew, his stride, surely as smooth as it was a decade ago
No that could not have been a hitch, a falter
Everyone around him agrees
The contract agrees too
Final hours he wrestles
With legacy and limb
Keep on going keep on playing
Hunter’s moon is not here still

Swallowed by Time

Maria’s laugh
The sloping hills
The cardinal in the azure sky
Red, blue, and green
Dissolved like pills
Were any of these
Ever mine?
Pictures fading
Through my throat
I cannot call them
Swallowed by time

Boat upon
The simmering sea
Liquid life runs out of me
Dancing people dot the shore
Sandy granules in my hand
Were any of these
Ever mine?
Images fading
Back the tide
I cannot hold them
Swallowed by time

Dreamless sleep
To sleepless dream
Something swirling in between
Turning through this night of stars
The sun will rise but it is far
Planets fading
Through my mind
I cannot see them
Swallowed by time

What Is in the Way

Love flowing like a river
From sea to shining sea
Straight on through the heartland
Watch the cornfields breathe

What is in the way?
Something’s holding us….
What is in the way?

Ideas shared cross borders
Things that all can know
Perfect sublimation
Of the seeds and dreams we grow

What is in the way?
Something’s holding us….
What is in the way?

Would that I could go to you
Be it night or day
Open arms to hold you tight
Open minds at play

What is in the way?
Something’s holding us….
What is in the way?

I Cannot Think

I cannot think
Without my MacIntosh by Apple
Cannot think
Without the program I was given
Cannot think
Without the baseline algorithm
Cannot think
The world just moves in vectors
And the people speak conundrums
Surely there’s an app for this
Troubleshoot the brain
Too much hardwire too much strain
I cannot think
How people live with such emotion
Cannot think
The matrix of the ocean
And the puzzling uberskyline
With these soaring animals
And those floating things below
They cannot think I cannot think