Monday, December 19, 2011

The Ghost of Christmas Past Imperfect

Pisces & The Sisters of No Mercy
~Back in the sixties when they sold us the dream~

Like dust at the heels of the running man
He feels he is a system of minimal needs
Samurai guru messiah surrender up your things
To me

Like the sound of thunder’s echoes
In the valleys of your mind
He neutralises your fears and your discomfort
With the world

So surrender up your things to him
You’re doing it without thinking
His takings will surely leave you and your trinkets
Bought and sold

Like the dust at the heels of this running man
Like the sound of thunder’s echoes
Surrender up your things

3 comments:

Harlequin said...

i was educated by the sisters of mercy for 11 blessed years....
i like your version better!!
loved the photo and the poem.

Garth said...

Harlequin: Catholic guilt: can't beat it - my sisters (of no mercy) were/are a little less intimidating than yours I'm sure.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Is that a ray gun you're holding?

Third line of these words o yorn, really hit home for me.

The last three lines put a happy little smirk on my face.

"Like the dust at the heels of this running man"

This line of yours will be floating around my head like a crown for hours.

Brought back many fond memories of running wild on the killer Kern River in Kern Canyon California with one of my younger brothers and both of my sons.

Beautiful Sunday read. Thanks!

Happy New Year to you and yours!


Word Verification: Verial. A popular skateboard trick. HA!