I am not by any stretch of the imagination riding on the backs of the great Mr Glass (or others). I am just a disabled ex soldier who is expressing through the medium of poetry, experiences and thoughts of my disturbed life and mind. Nevertheless, if Phillip Glass wishes me to take this off the site then I will. I am amateur at this and only wish to say I am a big fan of Mister Glass's work, and couldn't help but put some words to Mr Glass's work. I may get into trouble, my dearest apologies if i have insulted anyone, that is not my intention. Be well, be safe. Mike. xxx

 

                         The Skip Let Something In

 

 

            Just who did you let in?

When tribes existed peacefully for centuries

Just who did you let in?

 

            Listen in Mother Earth

And listen in good,

They’re turning hookers of your daughters

And making killers of your sons,

They’re populating concrete

Where once were trees and fields,

Committing acts of genocide on nature

Destroying every species,

They’re ripping up the planet

From conventions born of greed,

Denying people healing,

Leaving casualties to bleed. 

 

I am a Man,

But powerless in all I try achieve

And this they let you know as they

Continue bargaining for credits of whom

Can turn insanity a dedicated being,

They turn behind your back the woman

That you love, laughing like a Jekyll

While every penny’s spent.

            They take the virtues that you

Believed for so long and throw them in your face

While the arms dealers continue the raping

Of our sons,

            And torture in the West

Is more subliminal, than the suicide bombers

Of the Middle East, but all in all we’re all complicit

In the murder of our globe.

 

Power,

            It seems,

Is getting out of control while

They recognise you’re dying Earth

And each God; lost within a gamble

Of taking souls before they’re born,

Must be nervous of their clarity in

Colluding all they pass as sin,

            And so desensitised are we!

That we have become complacent to

Murder on the screen; that we do not

See the Public Executions before our

Very eyes, eyes that laughing tearfully

At comedy they claim, will not trigger

In the brain the realization that the

Laughing is they’re excuse to use

The guillotine.

 

            I am a Man!

But now they’re selling ring-side

Seats for every suicide attempt,

            And to be honest,

They’re laughing at the suicide

As they pull you back again,

            I no longer want to live

Life in this world with all that seems

Disgusting of the condition we’ve become,

Mother Earth I beg of you reprieve.

 

            We are all affected now

Nothing here is safe from harm,

Soldiers fight for courage,

Hookers make love for war,

Children are being taught ignorance,

While religion thanks the Lord.

Just who are we to be?

And why is your demise so slow,

That more and more are born

That one day lose their sanctity and sanity

When they realize this really is a Hell.

 

            What did each innocent born

Do to be impaled by life’s corruptive ways

When plain as day

We all can see and feel and sense

That the very life we’re born

To live is born to give a life again.

 

            I cannot find the reasons why you

Let this come to be,

Now emptiness of faith has

Dried my very eyes

And still the persecution of my being

Continues without pause

            And every time I try a death,

They bring me back to be tortured more and more and more

And I’m begging for forgiveness as I’m asking

Why within this carnage has every God

Returned a back, where Sanctuary from insanity

Is not the goal at all but insanity itself.

 

            Now every life is under scrutiny

No one here is free,

And quantum leap takes everything away

Just what is our point of being

For I’m gone today,

            I’m gone tomorrow,

                        In truth,

                                    Gone yesterday!

 

                        Wide-awake!

Atomic clocks are skipping time

As family trees disintegrate by

Following back the line,

Here today and gone tomorrow

And every juncture of your life has

Been demolished and no-one knows

Just who you are or who they are themselves,

We’re looking now at each and everyone a

            Stranger in our time,

But most of all we’re crying for a rescue

For our individual family,

While every path we’ve taken

Leaves no shadow or

A footprint,

And every presence that has

Been directed is sacked – and hacked,

And your very own existence is the life

they never wanted you to breathe.

 

WIDE-AWAKE

ATOMIC CLOCKS

WIDE AWAKE

ATOMIC CLOCKS

WIDE AWAKE

ATOMIC CLOCKS

WIDE AWAKE

ATOMIC CLOCKS

WIDE AWAKE

ATOMIC CLOCKS

 

Michael J Waite. 0350hrs Monday 23^rd May 2011.