Seven Crows
Poetry - Stories - Inspirational
by D. C. Bianchino

Book II
In Fields Alive



The light of the Lord illumines the dark,
night and day, as long as I pray.
He promised me that, to show me
the way.
The light of the Lord can never blow
out, and that's good news we all
can shout, and that's good news we
all can shout. The light of the Lord
can never blow out.
The light of the Lord is on in my heart,
because I pray night and day, He
promised me that, to show me the way.
The light of the Lord can never blow out,
and that's good news we all can shout,
and that's good news we all can shout,
the light of the Lord can never blow out.

BETWEEN THE STONE

You begin, and then you grow,
Like a weed between the stone.
And you face every season,
growing taller - more alone.
And what you see - growing here,
are the reasons you are there, living
like a weed between the stone.

Like a weed between the stone,
Like a weed between the stone.
In a field or in an alley,
or wherever seed is sown.
You will find your answers there,
though a time be unaware.
For the reasons,
like a weed between the stone.


FEAR

Fear, fear, where do we go from here?
Fear, fear, let's give them a kick in the rear.
Fear of worms, fear of snakes, fear of germs, fear of quakes.
Fear to laugh, fear to cry, fear to change, fear to try.
Fear I said Fear!
Let's make them all very clear.
Fear of losing, fear of winning, fear of endings and beginnings.
Fear of ghosts, fear of demons, fear of monsters when we're dreaming.
Fear of AIDS, fear of spades, fear of bombs, razor blades.
Fear of spiders, fear of bees, fear of birds, tiny fleas.
Fear of buses, fear of planes, fear of cars, fear of trains.
Fear of dogs, fear of cats, fear of lobsters and of bats.
Fear of water, fear of fire, fear of falling, going higher.
Fear of mothers, and of fathers, boyfriends, girlfriends, sisters, brothers.
Fear to smoke, fear to eat, fear to go across the street.
Fear of silence, fear of violence, fear to dance and of tridents.
Fear of Satan, fear of sex, fear of witches and their hex.
Fear of pain, fear of pleasure, fear of things we cannot measure.
Fear of failure and success, or not looking at our best.
Fear of women and of men, fear to make another friend.
Fear of lightning or tornadoes, and erupting of volcanoes.
Fear of insects, all things creeping, fear of waking and of sleeping.
Fear of truth, fear to seek, fear to look and to speak.
Fear of God, and the dark, fear that we may have the mark.
Fear of dating and of waiting, fear of not participating.
Fear of sailing, fear of flying, fear of biking, and of driving.
And so they go ad infinitum, one or another we all got 'em.
Fear to love, fear to give, fear to die, fear to live!


IT'S THE LAST FLIGHT TO FREEDOM

It's the last flight to freedom
Better take it now.
While everybody's sleeping
It's all going down.

It's the last flight to freedom,
How can we be sure?
Just take a look around you
They're blocking every door.

It's the last flight to freedom,
To let our spirits fly,
And if you don't take it,
You can stay and watch it DIE.

It's the last flight to freedom,
Things are going down,
Not looking good for anyone
Every day it's losing ground.

It's the last flight to freedom,
Better take it now,
'Cause everybody's sleeping
In our cities and every town.




They're closing every loophole
Blocking every door
Taking 'way our freedom
It's happened all before.

So grab yourself a ticket
Give one to a friend
And climb aboard the last flight
Don't let your freedom end.

It's the last flight to freedom,
To let our spirits fly
'Cause others want a claim on it
And would rather see it DIE.

Take the last flight to freedom
Freedom needs to win
Before they close the last door
That locks the spirit in.

Take the last flight to freedom
Just remember when
'Cause freedom is the SPIRIT
WHOSE WINGS WE MUST DEFEND.


MAKING CIRCLES IN THE SAND

Now this tale of life is a dead man's song,
And for you right now it won't be long.
No matter how righteous no matter how wrong,
It ends the same with a dead man's song.

Black thunder's on the rise you can hear it in the distance
See it in the skies. Black thunder's on the rise
You can feel it everywhere, see it in the eyes.
Black thunder's on the rise take a look around
It's really no surprise. Black thunder's on the rise.

I woke up feeling like a worn out rag,
I thought my life is really such a drag.
I knew my chances they were wearing thin,
And there just was no way I was going to win.

You've got to push too hard
You've got to push too hard.

This feeling blue is a doggone shame,
And I know there's just no one else to blame.
But when the tide goes out it always drags my name,
And when it comes back in I play the same old game.

And it's a drag a real drag.

Now there ain't no heaven and there ain't no hell,
And God is dead near as I can tell.
And if you don't believe it you can see it well,
'Cause everybody round wants to sell sell sell.

You've got to push real hard
You've got to push real hard.

You've got to chew it, screw it, swallow, do it, push push.
You've got to take it, make it, so you fake it, push push.
You've got to hold it, squeeze it, learn to please it, push push.
You smooth it, glue it, anything to do it, push push.

Welcome to this world of pain and sorrow,
And if you haven't met it yet you will tomorrow.
And for those who know what I mean, it's all just a passing dream
But in the meantime we must live with the time we borrow.

More more give me more what else can my life be for.
Me me look at me I want everything I see.
Spend spend don't let it end words of a president we defend,
Manifest destiny land of the powerful and the free.

Buffalo dung! work three jobs just to pay the rent,
And the credit cards you can't dent dent dent.
Better off living in a tent tent tent,
But the land once free just went went went.

Pushed too hard
Pushed too hard.

What have we done to this land we stole?
Is the curse of the Indians taking its toll?
Now trying to fill this empty hole,
But we can't fill the hole that has no Soul.

Teasing testing it's molesting can't you see?
Trying to live by a false pretense security.
For pride must always take its fall, as time makes liars of us all,
Shattering our ignorance striking covers of defense.

Pushed to hard
Just pushed too hard.

Wolves are wailing Mother's ailing time to wake up
We are failing!

Black thunder's on the rise you can hear it in the distance
See it in the skies. Black thunder's on the rise,
Take a look around it's really no surprise.
Black thunder's on the rise, making circles in the sand.


HEY DID YOU NOTICE


Hey did you notice
There's a hole in the sky.
Hey did you notice
It keeps growing in size.
Hey did you notice
Underneath, things seem to die.
Hey did you notice
We're still closing our eyes.

Hey did you notice
Some fish are almost gone.
Hey did you notice
Strange colors at dawn?
Hey did you notice
We're only just pawns?
Hey did you notice
Something here is going wrong.

Hey did you notice
The world is at war.
Hey did you notice
The arm of the law.
Hey did you notice
There's a spike through our paw?
Hey did you notice
Happiness is rather raw.

Hey did you notice
We've lost connection with the earth.
Hey did you notice
We're still poisoning the turf.
Hey did you notice
That little Miracle at birth?
Hey did you notice
How much that Miracle is worth?
HEY DID YOU NOTICE?


HEY I HEY I HEY


Hey I Hey I Hey
Hey I Hey I Hey
Hey I Hey I Hey
Hey I Hey I Hey

I sing my song
To the sky
Above.

I sing my song
To the land
I love.

I sing my song
From my heart
Because,

I sing my song
For the way
That was.

Hey I Hey I Hey
Hey I Hey I Hey
Hey I Hey I Hey
Hey I Hey I Hey.


TO ALL SUCH PLACES,
MT. KEARSARGE

In between this mountain's breast,
Is where I've always found my rest.
For here there is a solitude
In quiet breach for all to view.

Can we leave it as it is
Let it just be?
Let it do what it does,
Let it happen naturally.

Can we leave it as it is,
And not interfere?
Just leave it alone,
The way it appears.

Can we leave it as it is,
Without adding strife?
To its own natural ways,
To live out its life.

Can we leave it as it is,
Just for its space?
Now for then,
Just to know such place.

Can we leave it as it is,
For destiny's sake?
Knowing very well,
What is at stake.

Can we leave it as it is,
For want of same
To hail, snow, Sun, Or flame.

Can we leave it
As it is?


THE SACRED

Sacred is the land
The tree the sky.
Sacred are the birds
The bees the fly.

Sacred are the grasses
So alive.
Sacred is the stone
Through time survives.

Sacred are the fish
Lakes and streams.
Sacred are the mountains
And those no see-ums.

Sacred are the creepers
That crawl the earth.
Sacred are babes
Given in birth.

Sacred are the animals
Rain and wind.
For Sacred is this breath
WE all live in.


SOMETIMES I CANNOT SEE
THE MOUNTAIN

Where the breeze blows silent
Is where I shall build my home.
In a dream of morning last
Its site I freely roamed.

Over snows pristine white
On the highest of plateaus,
I overlooked a thousand peaks
Each one I'll come to know.

Just sometimes I cannot see the mountain,
When clouds keep it from sight.
Sometimes I feel so damn lonely,
I guess it's just my fear of height.

Life is a poem never finished,
A song spoken from the grave.
Sometimes I cannot see the mountain,
Though I know I go there with the brave.

Sometimes goodbye means no turning back,
And pain postpones another start.
Sometimes my eyes fill with moonlight,
Reflecting off the ocean in my heart.

My tears are the feelings I had yesterday,
And of the future I fear to be without.
In the meantime reason as with destiny,
Keeps testing me to overcome this doubt,
When sometimes I cannot see the mountain.






PLEASE DON'T
INTERFERE

Please don't interfere
With the stars above,
Please don't interfere
With the way
That I love.

Please don't interfere
With what I hold so tight
Please don't interfere
With what
You think is right

If I
Could only say the words,
Those words
That you could hear.
If I
Could only make my feelings
Really, really clear.

Inside I have
This poetry
And so much more
That's really me,
If I could only
Find the words
So I could make you see.

Like a half moon
That shows itself,
In the very dark of night.
You know the other half
Is there,
Just hasn't any light.

But there it wanes
And waxes,
For everyone's delight,
But when we interfere,
We keep it
From our sight.

Please don't interfere
With the stars above,
Please don't interfere
With the way
That I love,
The way that I love,
The way that I love.


FOUR IN A STATION WITH DREAMS

Something's gone wrong
with the system.
Something that's easy to see.
Something's gone wrong
with the system,
Systemizing you and me.

People on the street
they're talking.
Saying how it's gone too far.
People on the street are mocking.
Like what happened in the time of the Czar.

I was sitting in a Montreal station,
Waiting for a 1 a.m. bus.
With an Indian, a black and a dancer,
All sharing what's been happening to us.

Fate brought us together
In a system stretching seams.
Fate brought us together,
Four people in a station with dreams.

People on the street are talking.
Like what happened in the time of the Czar.
Something's gone wrong
with the system.
Something's being pushed too far.


IN THEIR NAMES

Here we go again,
with the same thing.
In a world still just insane.

Each side choosing sides
on all sides,
each thinking they are right,
with something to be gained.

It's a world still mad,
and it's really really sad.
Cause we're not that bad,
just think we've all been had.

Mohammed and the Jesus Christ,
or those who we pray to,
I think they would have stayed away,
Seeing what we do
It is so insane, It's in their names.

Every form of prejudice,
makes somebody rich.
So with those who think they're not,
when off to fight this itch.

Good against the Evil Ones,
each thinking they are good.
Trying to kill the so-called beast,
while it hides right under hood.

Arms dealer's fueling fires,
playing deadly games.
Countries seeing lots of jobs,
in each cross exchange.



Profits are the motives,
in those deadly flames.
Dividing each by their beliefs,
inflicting words of pain.

Compassion waits the message,
let go step aside.
While those who think an eye for eye,
I think they call that pride.

Still makes you wonder why,
prophets ever came.
When here we go again,
in a world still just insane.

It's so immature,
when all is said and done.
But the pain and sorrow that is real,
And felt by everyone.

It's a world still mad,
and to think that we are had.
While some are even glad,
and that's really really sad.

Mohammed and the Jesus Christ,
or those who we pray to.
I think they would have stayed away.
Seeing what we do It's so insane,
it's in their names. -

It's so insane,
it's in their names.
It's so insane,
it's in their names.


CAN WE PLEASE TAKE JESUS
OFF THE CROSS

Chorus
Can we please
Take Jesus off the cross
'Cause His message
Is embedded in our hearts.
Let's celebrate the resurrection
Knowing well His perfection
Can we please
Take Jesus off the cross.

Two thousand years
Let's start with something new
How about a simple rose
I think just three might do.
One for each thousand years
That we have all gone through
And one for the future
We all look forward to.
Can we please
Take Jesus off the cross.

Chorus

We are the children
The children of the light
Seeing things more clearly
Seeing things more bright.
It's not with disrespect
It's not with some respite
But it seems a perfect time
For the Spirit to take flight.
Can we please
Take Jesus off the cross...

Can we please
Take Jesus off the cross
'Cause His message
Is embedded in our hearts.
Can we please take Jesus off the cross
Can we please take Jesus off the cross
Can we please take Jesus off the
cross.



THIS QUESTION

There's always this question
Why is there dissension?
And so by intervention
Some try for its prevention.

Like drinking or drugging
Or something else that's tugging
Trying to find an answer
For those who think this cancer.

Why it's an evolution
That's the execution
Following the plan
Experiencing first hand.

You can make things illegal
But that won't stop the seagull
'Cause the seagull knows
The feeling to be high,
And a seagull needs its wings
So it can fly.

It's really a love story
Freedom in its glory
Searching for the truth
Within the lie.

And for those who cannot understand
You have your place in this plan
'Cause we're all still a piece of the pie
And now you have the reason,
That is why.


WHY IT'S AN EVOLUTION

Why it's an evolution
Not in revolution
That is no solution
It's the execution.

Be a hero to yourself
Don't hurt nobody else
It's really hard to do
It all comes down to you.

Try not to interfere
No matter what you hear
That's running from our fear
You've got to keep it near.

Just sit with what you feel
And watch the onion peel
That is how we heal
Until we see what's real.

I know I hurt for change
By feeling all its pains
And though it's really strange
Slowly there are gains.

Don't need to fight the world
Don't need another cause
Just need to change myself
Deal with my own flaws.

Why it's an evolution
Not in revolution
That is no solution
It's the execution.


JUST SUPPOSE

Just suppose
There was no divorce.
Hypothetical?
I know that of course.

Just suppose
There was a new sky,
And all of us had
But only one eye.

Just suppose
The connection was made,
Between heaven and earth
In a fair trade.

Just suppose
We traveled it free,
And forever was
Without authority.

Just suppose
It was part of the deal,
When seven became
The very last seal.

Just suppose
The fire became
Frozen in ice,
And suddenly tame.

Just suppose
This will come true,
And that is all
We had to do.

Just suppose


WHERE DID THE WARM DAYS GO

I couldn't get a ride
To save my soul,
And it hurt like hell
It was so damn cold.
I guess it's just
These winds that blow
Please tell me,
Where did the warm days go?

You could feel this thing
In the air,
And it seemed to say,
I don't care,
And it was biting me
Where it felt unfair
As I waft a little carbon
Through nostril hair.

Hey there
What can you do?
It's a steep hill
That I've come to.
I need some help
Look it's true!
And I'm here right now
In front of you.




Where did the warms days go
When the sun was friendly
And things moved slow?
'Cause if they're out there
I'd like to know,
Cause today sure feels
Like it will snow.

I smiled and waved
As cars flew by,
Said "Happy Easter"
And wondered why?
But I knew that I
Still had to try,
It was so damn cold
And that's no lie.

Where did the warm days go?
Or maybe I'm dreaming
That it was so,
I can't get a ride
To save my soul,
Hey Happy Easter
Jesus it's cold.
Where did the warm days go?


In fields, green...Alive!
Where waves of grass
Catch the breath, and
Those of passerby.

In fields, green...Alive!
I long to stay, and linger
There, so leave it with
My eye.


WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES

I close my eyes
And what do I see
Gone is the image
I had of me.
I close my eyes
And what do I see
Nothing but space
In front of me.
I close my eyes
And what do I see
Just how close
It is to be free.
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes.
I've kept this image
By my side
Afraid to let go
Afraid to die.
I've kept this image
So I could hide
I've kept this image
Afraid to fly.
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes.
I've kept this image
How I've tried
It's hard to let go
To say goodbye.
But closing my eyes
I can see
Just how close
It is to be free.
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes.


THERE'S A COUCH IN THE KITCHEN

There's a couch in the kitchen
In the kitchen of a house,
A little sized post and beam.
There's a table and chairs
And a rocker that is there,
On a pine floor with a little sheen.
There are pictures on the walls
With memories to recall
Like in baskets from the ceiling hanging down.
And from wood everywhere
Are these eyes that only stare
That always want to follow me around.
Now some are happy some are sad
Some are angry some are glad,
While others frown (so it seems)
But everyone has a face
And they live in this place
With a couch in the kitchen
In the kitchen of the house
In a little sized post and beam.
There are dogs there are cats
There are cows there are bats,
Horses and wolves that glare.
Ghosts and demons and things between them
Mostly hard to compare
With women and children
And men so human and angels
With long flowing hair
With birds and critters
That give you the jitters
And all within this square.
There are moons and rivers
And snakes that slither
Over galaxies that have no end.
With mountains and lakes
Volcanoes and quakes and hurricanes
With chills they send.
There are maps and drawings
Of the past and dawnings
With secrets yet to be seen
And we're all here together
With a couch in the kitchen
In the kitchen of the house
In this little sized post and beam.


I DON'T DO

I don't do movies
No T.V.
What I do
Is Reality.

Don't do news
Don't do booze
And nothing else
To make me snooze.

I do the walk
I do fresh air,
I do the things
That are right there.

I feel the pain
Feel the gain,
Feel the feelings
Without refrain.

I ain't no saint
No bell ringer
And try my best
Not to point the finger.

So I just do
And that's my cue
To end this poem
I share with you.


THE SOLES OF MY FEET ARE ALIVE

The soles of my feet
Are alive!
The boots that I wear
Wrinkled and worn
Are special
And part of me.
We walk with a sensuous
Gait
Smelling and tasting
Or talking aloud
To tree or dog
Or face in a crowd,
The soles of my feet
Are alive!
The moon and stars
They welcome us
As snow and rain
Or Summer dust
With rocks and rivers
We make no fuss
Like roots we cross
With flowing truss,
The soles of my feet
Are alive!
The sun that bakes
The devil's tar
Both friends of mine
We've traveled far
Up, down, side to side
Sharing our thoughts
As we confide.
The soles of my feet
Are alive!
And the birds that peck
Or the ones that squawk
And all their cousins
From hen to cock
They know these boots
In which I walk
The soles of my feet
Are alive!
We treasure turns and every step
Whether dry or whether wet
And though no shine or measure set
We take whatever we can get.
The soles of my feet are alive!
The soles of my feet are alive!


LA LA LA

La La La
La La La
Look at the sky
La La La
La La La
Think I will fly
La La La
La La La
Circling for height
La La La
La La La
Feeling so light
Up I go
Up I go
Way off the ground
Up I go
Up I go
Circling around
Higher and higher
Higher I climb
Leaving below
Farther behind.
La La La
La La La
Silence it sings
La La La
La La La
So glad I have wings.








A PLAN COMING DOWN

There's a plan coming down,
So at least I have found,
And at times it's so painful
I just cry.
There's a change going on,
And I hope it won't last long,
'Cause I feel if it does
I'm going to die.
I'm trying to hang in,
But my skin is getting thin,
From the fire that is burning me inside.
But I know I'm not alone,
That's because I have been shown,
And it's something to do
With my pride.
And it's painful, 'cause there's no place
To hide.
I stumble and I fall,
And believe me that ain't all,
I kick and scream to let me have my way.
But I've also kissed the snow,
For times it was no go,
'Cause I wouldn't have the chance I have today.
I've seen mosquitoes circle crows,
So thick the mind it blows,
And felt their irritation like my own.
But, there was a transformation
Which seems this destination
When I also saw a place, above I'd flown,
And I knew that I would go there, it was home!


I'M JUST ANOTHER SAILOR

"May you ride the waves
through all their breaks,"
the mariner would say.
"May you ride them well
in spite of storm, until
you're home at bay."

I'm just another sailor,
sailing along.
I'm just another sailor,
catching the dawn.
I'm just another sailor,
no less, no more.
I'm just another sailor,
who sails shore to shore.

And I ride the waves,
whatever the breaks.
Try to stay true,
knowing the stakes.
But just like you,
I make those mistakes.
I'm just another sailor,
who sleeps and who wakes.




And it's back and forth,
and round about,
Sometimes within,
sometimes without.
Sometimes there's faith,
sometimes there's doubt.
I'm just another sailor,
trying to find the best route.

I'm just another sailor,
sailing along.
I'm just another sailor,
singing this song.
I'm just another sailor,
no less, no more.
I'm just another sailor,
who sails shore to shore.
I'm just another sailor,
who sails shore to shore.
I'm just another sailor;
no less no more.


Book I
A Wish For You
Book II
In Fields Alive
Book III
Happy Rain
Book IV
Cool Nights
Book V
Just Blues
Book VI
The Spin
Book VII
It's Our Song

Seven Crows


Copyright © 1995 Revised 1997 D. C. Bianchino. All rights reserved.
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