Gil Fragoso
Albert Camus Smoking a Cigarette at a Paris Cafe
The thing that every man can hold
is the guilt within his breast.
Burdened by himself, that thing which he detests,
He climbs the highest mountains,
to find his only rest.
Darkness! Unforeseeable,
Actions! Unforgivable,
Light! Unreachable.
He must make himself the puppet
he must become poorer than the pauper
he will find his salvation,
swimming in the gutter.
For it is not a light alone he seeks,
but the presence of the Other,
and one can only feel it
when he falls lower,
than the deepest of abyss.
It's dark outside, the people walk in circles. A woman drops her purse. A man reads about a robbery in the paper. An infant cries, an elderly man lights a pipe. All is lost and lonely in the heavy night.
I must confess to you my brother,
I must confess to you the night.
I must confess to you my sins,
I must confess to you the plight.
I must confess to me the harlot,
I must confess to me the sinner,
I must attest to you my fatal rights.
And confess to God the reasons,
for the reasons which I hide,
in the darkness of the light.
I met Albert Camus smoking a cigarette in a Paris Cafe
and when our eyes met,
we cleverly dissipated into smoke,
and floated away.
“The Everyday Elixir of Life”
Everybody Jesus
Everybody you and me
Everybody squeeze, every day freeze
let yourself know you ain't blowin' in the breeze.
Between the birds and the bees
Charity is in the trees
where duty walks
love runs
and the joy
bursts outwards
into pleasant smithereens.
Everybody Jesus
Everybody you and me.
The lawyer the doctor the janitor the president the bartender the boxer the offense the defense
rests, the wages are fair, no need to protest,
Everybody works
everybody you and me
so get paid in love
(love is free.)
Everyday doubts and every day concerns
every night sleeping soul toss and turn--
cast off the shadows and
embrace the light
for which we yearn
A longing for fresh air
should I do I dare I dare?
Proceed without concern or care.
For He paid the cost for our fare.
wake up to the aroma, the wine, of the church on every corner
where the righteous stand in bread lines,
and the beggars drive by living eye for an eye
like paycheck to paycheck
with problems up to their necks
People of the world! Protect your assets!
go to the Universal Doctor
He heals the souls of the sick!
Every meal Christ, so
cook with the master,
put the Grace in the pot,
and bring to a simmering heat
taste the fruit of your labors; eat
a soulful a heaping of spiritual meat.
Every day Jesus
like whiskey for the Mister, and Merlot for the Missus
The Everyday Elixir of life
without guilt, or confusion or strife
Get drunk on what's right;
The flowing word fills the emptiness of the night.
