Bugging (c) 2013 Jay Schiffres

Conventinal Wisdom (c) 2013 Jay Schiffres

Can you say

Which way

Down the dusty road

To freedom

Death is easy

When it comes naturally

For Popes, Mullahs

Rabbis, Priests

Sacrificial lambs

Blood on the horizon

Bayonets fixed

In churches of gold

Slogans sung in the park

Girls in flowing dresses

Marching for peace

Streets of Chicago

Whose next to fall

When the frigid wind blows

Through the frozen avenues

Splashed with blood,

Water and hate

A magazine photo of our distraught woman

Shocked at the lifeless kid

Who needs

Attention

We all do

Down the dusty roads

To freedom

MOM

Mom-March 15, 2012 –Hilda Schiffres

She left a year ago

I shocked myself and the misery

Out of my heart

Harder then dying

To live that night

But now I have to let her go

I can’t hold the pain anymore

It wouldn’t be fair

Someone said she’s in a better place

What does that mean

Is she shaking up heaven

Arguing with the angels

Or just sipping wine

Most likely doing charity as was her way

And my legacy

One day here

One second gone

Don’t be sorry for our loss

Be happy for heaven’s gain  

Her spirit

Dancing in heaven

Enjoy eternity

You earned it

You touched so many

With humor and warmth

Dance with the angels

The floor is yours

So we take leave

But not your soul

Dance with Dad

And laugh with your friends and kin  

A step-child of the holocaust

That turned out right

What a night

When you took that train

No mistake

Your welcome there

With love

Moon Glow (c)2013 Jay Schiffres

Way Up Above

Way up above © 2013 Jay Schiffres

Sitting on the edge of the moon

Looking up at mother earth

Turning like a blue balloon

Got my guitar, stroked a few chords

Wait for the day rise

Not a surprise anymore

Who is to blame

For this job   

Mining for monsters

Cause there’s oil in these caves

Can’t believe how we were made to think

That people were worth killing for the poison in the breeze.

Banished here forever

A working slob

While my children play

Way up above

I got nothing to say  

Just memories of love

Have a fish tank on my head

Wondering what I am

Just give me a drink

And I’ll work for your company

Need  to come up with a plan

For now gonna strum this guitar

Till I turn blue as that balloon

Sitting on the edge of the moon

Looking up at mother earth

Return-Some Day

Return-Some Day © 2013 Jay Schiffres

The Children

The future

Burned, gassed

The families

Burned gassed

And now it is said

That many more died

In 40,000 camps

Spread through Europe

Does this horror ever end

No

It is there for all to see

Through the ages

Never again we pray

For the day

When those souls

Return

From their Exodus 

Thoughts of Chairman Cheta

If the earth never had bananas

There would be no monkey jokes

Life is what happens to you

When there are no monkey jokes

Charles Darwin usual Halloween costume

Mr. Monkey

Man can not live on monkeys alone

“Me and my monkey” Lennon & McCartney

Faye Rae bit off more then she could chew

Tarzan is naked

Monkeys where dresses

“Ma Ma Monkey” “Howard Stern Show”

Some go ape some go monkey

If monkeys were elected to Congress

Nothing would change

ROSE (C) 2013 Jay Schiffres

The Last Country Western Song

The Last Country Western Song©2013 Jay Schiffres

Roses don’t grow

When years take their toll

You can put your money on that

Those flowers don’t thrive

When you’re trying to stay alive

Better cash in when you can

BUFFALOED (C) 2013 Jay Schiffres

 

Buffalo Bill was proud

Of his name

Of his horse

Of everything

He loved everyone

As long as they liked him

If they didn’t

Well that’s another story

Kind of gory

Hell if a cow guy

Can’t gut someone

What is the world coming to?

Listen, if your interested

I have a Rolex cheap

And, let me whisper this,

I got me a drone here

Man it is neat

Don’t use it now

No Sir…but if you don’t

Like someone

Well…..

JOHN

JOHN ©2013 Jay Schiffres

IMAGINE THERES NO DEATH

JUST A SWIRLING GALAXY

LOVE… YOUR LEGACY

IT CAN BE YOU KNOW

WE CAN MAKE IT SO

JOHN, JOHN, JOHN

YOUR GONE

BUT REALLY GONE?

JOHN

YOU STARTED OUR THINKING

SWINGING

YOU WERENT THE PERFECT ONE

BUT YOU HAD A BIT OF CLASS

A BIT OF LOVE AND YES

A BIT OF HEROIN

BUT YOU WONDERED

ABOUT SO MANY THINGS

MANY MYSTERIES

YOU SET SO MANY THINKING

YOU MADE LOVE

ON THE COVER OF MAGAZINES

WE TIP OUR LOVE TO YOU

LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY

YOU WERE A BOY

AND ALWAYS WILL BE

FROZEN IN TIME MATE

WITH THAT SLY OLD SMILE

YOU DIDN’T WASTE AWAY OR TRY TO ESCAPE

JOHN JOHN

YOU DIED TO SOON

BUT NOW THERES ROOM

FOR ANOTHER ONE

WHO COMES SINGING LIKE A

DRUNKEN TROUBADOUR

INTO OUR HEARTS

WITH A LOVE LIKE THAT

YOU KNOW IT CAN’T BE BAD