Waiting still

waiting still

waiting still

waiting still

Times are right,
sixes are nines
just like Jimi said
this isn't the time for me to die
so the die is cast.
Look for a white colored conservative
he'll marry a black colored liberal
they'll be the new society.
They are they soul on this walnut planet
their child will rule the world.


Waiting still,

waiting still

waiting still

waiting still

Morning brakes the back
of a horse
years ahead of his time.
He's the one, pale
and strong
riding in a whirlwind
kneeling to a cyclone
wide as the universe
tearing the world to shreds,
live in the eye
of the needle and survive.

Waiting still,

waiting still

waiting still

waiting still


This is the end the prophets say.
I want to believe. I want to believe

I am waiting still
there is no end to this beginning
our galaxy is just a pecan
with a gaseous shell.

. Joel L. Young 2002