Jalapeno Pepper Blog

gotta pause from “I’m right-y”
to maybe
we both right-y in our own minds
and who convinced us
till death do us part
from what is righty-y
for us
E pluribis unum
was the dream of our founders
still alive
somewheres
here, over there,
over hill, over dale
all life is sacred
may we pause
may we find balance
in our differences
no you can’t hurry love
but we can
step in a forward direction.

twist C and V there sits
proverbial tar pits

in Calgary resides a mayor
proving pluralism really works
with it there is nothing you can’t do

in Vancouver resides artists
#1 film making paraphernalia
nothing they’ve found yet they can’t do

oil monger’s profits heading skyward
gas guzzler’s costs per gal. going down
a little

in this Economic Spring
how do i explain to my great grandchildren
)Arab Spring
)fully one half of the worlds drinking water is not save
or that 70% of the wells the US built are not save
or that we became the culture of bottled water
bottled in plastic made from oil

all i can say is we had our heroes
the newest one i’ve just learned about
a man, a mayor of Calgary
who figured out
his city of we the people contained
many bright intelligent people
so he connected
of course
via the internet

thanks and praises Honorable Mayor
for one corner of light i can point
to and wish a blessing and prayer
“not the new generation pass away
without living in their community
and nation
where the title ‘Honorable’
may truly be placed
before the name of all politicians
again to be
truly the ‘servants’ of the people.

just because i think
i don’t need to do
doesn’t mean
i don’t

nine tenths of laws
are ignorant
so why ignorance
not a defense?

ignorance
sometimes might be bliss
wishful thinking
oft times might be a shocker

take
dying for one’s own sins
(dying =’s atoning)
mumbling words won’t do it
nor fumbling beads
nor claiming belief
in proven lies

why do birds keep on singing?
why do flowers keep on blooming?
they know something we no longer do?
“to every season, turn, turn, turn, turn…”

Abraham John Waian (1944-2012)

John Waian was his show name
pronounced John Wayne he liked
the joke/confusion, i first heard him
playing your song on Cinco de Mayo
in nineteen eighty one
for a street dance celebration

John was a regular at the Drifter
until they banned Rock n Roll
(we rock’n’rollers didn’t drink enough)
oh Sloopy, wish you’d have heard him
singing “Take another little piece of my heart”
and seen him, between lights and stage smoke
ending Janis’ song on bended knee

he asked me to dance and we did
for a few months and here, now
are the stories he told me:

Hang on Sloopy:
you were the girl next door
(both pre-teens)
with a mother who dressed you
pretty, with a long pony tail
when sitting side by side he asked
you to let your hair down, you did
he softly cuffed his hands
and fluffed the ends and oh
it made him feel So good
he wrote this song for you

Fever:
a teenage boy in love with his teacher

If Loving You Is Wrong I Don’t Wanna Be Right:
a 16 year old babysitter…
he had two little children, a wife
and included her in family outings
to a California beach, he told me
his desire for you was only to look
not touch, but his wife asked who
the song was about – he told
she divorced him for this, said she

when John died one month and one day ago
i googled his name with Sloopy to sadly find
credits for his songs live elsewhere
don’t know
if he lied or sold his copyrights
it don’t matter to me
it don’t matter to him now

R.I.P. John Abraham

in the dimming light
only a candle’s throw
from dawn’s lighting early
here comes the sun
some will know it not
having left on an air
we remember for whom
and how so loved

astronomically numbered
somehowwhat’sitferall
find kith and kin
magic or happenstance
tropical mist or desert rain

we miss you dear angels
even as you miss sun
rise
over hill, over dale
we’re still on
ye ol’ dusty trail
and we’re ok cause yer ok+
more – we still hope

the Unbeliever says…
no, i won’t say/tell
if you look for him
look on the side ways

one never knew what she would do
with the gift they gave
thus learning when
giving a gift to
truly let it go

so she held her in her heart
told her of her many dreams
hugs her while children play
the boogieman’s retreat

truly let it go
anger only hurts
forever if you hold it
inside your gut inside your head
implosion is quite fully non predictable

somewhere there’s a daisy a day
somewhere children free to play
over the rainbow is over here
what’s left to say seys Simon

really behind the point of
paternal intrigue
is freedom of women
who have been
caught in any web
created by myths/pathos
family/religions/cultures passed on
for however thousands of years –
closet door wide open now
even the squeaky door of
lives lived in quiet desperation
all have paid the price my Dear
from Virgin Births
to Holy Sluts
and Sisters
re-reminding
of Sisterhood.