Darkness comes to everyone
so turn and hit the lights
DNA, financial fees and
soon to buy the death from life
everybody's rock star world
will make the daily news
except for those beyond the show
who've just become so old and used
and I hear heaven calling
I see heaven calling
I know heaven's calling me
Six billion strong it won't be long
survival of the fit
business plans in sound and mind
with spears they target, I'm not it
vital signs are measured now
with just a click or two
cultures fade into the past
a memory of global rule
and I hear heaven calling
I see heaven calling
I know heaven's calling me
Hope is everywhere it seems
but never close at hand
foreign blasts, there's gas and glass
and atmosphere that will not stand
nothing's really changing now
among the good ol' bums
decades pass I'm getting old
but still I think to bang the drum
and I hear heaven calling
I see heaven calling
I know heaven's calling me
Heaven Calling
Heaven Calling
Washington, DC
Hi Rick ~
I like this very much. It resonated in a multitude of ways. You've created a pretty-objectively painted and accurate picture, of things today, that makes your very subjective point.
I like the way you take it all the way from science and Wall Street, people's living rooms, situations around the world, down to the street ~ and ". . . still I think to bang the drum."
Your poem affects me in a very melancholy way. Yesterday was very hard for me, a cumulative effect of things, everything, around the world; and I remained close to tears all day, welling up with 'little' provocation. For me, your poem is a very effective vehicle for coming out of yesterday, as well as respecting what it was like to be there.
Thanks for placing it here.
~ Elizabeth
I like this very much. It resonated in a multitude of ways. You've created a pretty-objectively painted and accurate picture, of things today, that makes your very subjective point.
I like the way you take it all the way from science and Wall Street, people's living rooms, situations around the world, down to the street ~ and ". . . still I think to bang the drum."
Your poem affects me in a very melancholy way. Yesterday was very hard for me, a cumulative effect of things, everything, around the world; and I remained close to tears all day, welling up with 'little' provocation. For me, your poem is a very effective vehicle for coming out of yesterday, as well as respecting what it was like to be there.
Thanks for placing it here.
~ Elizabeth
Hi Elizabeth,
Wow. Thank you for such nice words. I believe it was written in a somewhat similar state. I wrote it while mountain biking across Spain several years ago. Surrounded by beauty every day was such a change from life in Washington, DC that this came forth.
Thank you again,
Rick
Wow. Thank you for such nice words. I believe it was written in a somewhat similar state. I wrote it while mountain biking across Spain several years ago. Surrounded by beauty every day was such a change from life in Washington, DC that this came forth.
Thank you again,
Rick
Washington, DC