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Resurrected

You like your dollars
more than you like making love.
More than the human heart
or the heavens high above.
You live for numbers.
The higher ones are best.
Live for the power people
and to hell with the rest.

When I am resurrected
I'm coming back after you
and maybe I'll be president
and make a loving world
out of you.

You live on the surface,
where you baste in the sun
that warms the cold intentioned
and laughs at the things
they've done.
You live in a garden
down low in a tree,
waiting by the fruit we bite
in the green where we
can't see.

When I am resurrected
I'm coming back after you
and maybe I'll be president
and make a loving world
out of you.

You live in a dark light
that shines in the black,
that loses all its brightness
when the daylight rises back.
You live like a vulture
with me 'till I die,
until the day you tear me down
and scream your victory cry.

When I am resurrected
I'm coming back after you
and maybe I'll be president
and make a loving world
out of you.

Rich Gott, 1999
 

Love Sensations

No one knows you like I do.
The kinds of things you said,
the way you moved me.
And when I see you out with him
all those love sensations
come rushing in.

Does he feel your touch
the way I did?
Does he feel your eyes upon him
the way I did?
Does he feel your magic
in your kiss?
Does he feel the love sensations
that I miss?

No one warned me 
'bout your friend.
The kinds of things she'd do
when you looked away.
She left me here the day you did.
Gave up the broken hearted fool
she made me into.

Does he feel your touch
the way I did?
Does he feel your eyes upon him
the way I did?
Does he feel your magic
in your kiss?
Does he feel the love sensations
that I miss?

No one craves you like I do.
The days and nights together
since I had met you.
You linger in me deep inside.
All those love sensations
have never left me.

Rich Gott, 1999
 
 
 

 

Closing In

Something is coming through
the woods.
It's coming through the trees.
I feel it, almost have it.
It's closing in on me.
It's closing in on me.

Something is coming out of nowhere.
I want it, kinda need it.
It's coming to my rescue.
I sense it, almost know it.
It's closing in on me.
It's closing in on me.

Rich Gott, 1999
 

The Master Evil

You find it hard
to make it through the day.
Something's going wrong
and nothing's going
your way.
And she said goodbye
like she said she would,
and you break down and cry
like a child lost in the woods.

No one has it easy.
Stand up, let it go.
Pick up all the pieces.
Show us what you know.
Don't do all the bad things.
Look at all the goodness
that I can hear calling you.

You look around and 
find it hard to move.
The future isn't there.
You have nothing left to prove.
And you hold the gun
you bought at the show
and in one impulsive second
you could lose your soul
to the master evil.

No one has it easy.
Stand up, let it go.
Pick up all the pieces.
Show us what you know.
Don't do all the bad things.
Look at all the goodness
that I can hear calling you.

Rich Gott, 1999
 

Down to Me

I went down a slide
knowing you'de be there
to catch me,
but as you held your arms out
I slipped through any way.

I went down a hole
knowing you'de be there
to lift me,
but as you held the rope
I pulled you down to me.

I went down a path
knowing you'de be there
to find me,
but when you called my name
I had already lost myself.

Rich Gott, older poem converted
into a song some time ago

Poetry


 
The Prisoner

Stuck in isolation
where one open door
could release to me all light.
Trapped within a hole
where just a single rope
could lead me to escape.

Tied to a tree
where the slip of a knot
could set my body free.
Caught beneath a rock
where the strength to lift it
could let me walk away.

Rich Gott, many moons ago
 

Sixties Rain Dance

Deep in a valley of
plastic trees 
and candy coated grass,
lived the children of a
burning land
whose time had all but passed
...and they stood.

The clouds pushed and
the wind blew,
and still more rose to their feet.
And the fire flaming high and hot
prepared against defeat.
And like soldiers 
children marched
upon the cinders scattered 'round.

Rich Gott, 1988
 

The Virgins

The forest shines
with the blue glow of virgins,
who sing songs of hope
and never die...never die.

The sky above the branches
sweats from the hot sun's fire.
And the birds fly low
and try to grab some shade
...from the gods.

As the virgins never die.

Rich Gott, unknown date
 
 

 

Happy Baby

Happy baby,
naked soul,
all unknowing,
what is so.
What is innocence,
what is loss,
what is corruption
and its painful cost.

Happy baby,
living free,
in illusion,
through you and me.
The secret known by all
who love her,
she will know when time 
allows her.

Happy baby,
screaming loud.
tell the world
you will be heard.
Just ignore the ears
that close.
Those are the one's who
need you most.

A day will come, my happy one
when all you say is
said and done.
Some will listen, some will not.
Atleast it had been said.
Atleast it had been said.

Rich Gott, 1993
 

Fairy Tale

It does not seem quite so true
when you grow up and find
it's all not a fairy tale.
It doesn't matter if you
bought the story or not.
As a child you listened and
expected what they got.

You grow up now
and you see what really goes on.
You see that the good 
do indeed die too young.
But if you want to find
some answers,
answers brothers and sisters,
you've got to look around you now
...closely.

Rich Gott, unknown date

These are just some samples of the countless songs and poems I've written
through the years. Many more are in notebooks or sheathed in plastic.