Path Symbol: As seen in a book of petroglyphs by the author in the year 2000.
Credited to the Anasazi circa 1100 A.D,
while his vision of the symbol came in 1997, confirming its significance.
Index

Some People Think I'm Lazy Listen To The Music The Rose Bowl Spectacular It's A Crazy World
San Marcos And Eddie Durham The Fireball Tribute To Willie Nelson A Perfect Pint Of Guinness IS
In The Smoke Six Packs and Railroad Tracks BEFORE



A Perfect Pint Of Guinness Is
Revised march 18, 2007


A perfect pint of Guinness is
(Let me shed some light)

A perfect pint of poetry
Metaphorically it's right.

Guinness is a mood
Not prejudiced by class.

Waiting with a poem inside
Inside of every glass.

For each it has this mystery
Like the sea that calls one's name,

On a night when dark its fingers reach
Through foam and soul inflames,

And be it weather warm or chill
The thirst of one each glass will fill,

For none can match the essence still
That a perfect pint of Guinness will....
The Other Guinness Poem

I'm in a goodness gracious Guinness mood
'Cause it's the best thing ever brewed.

Makes me clever, makes me shrewd,
So pour me one more, for the rood....



Back around 1989-90...I was asked by a Mickey Roel (a man who couldn't read nor write)
(We worked together as dishwashers.) if I would help him write this song he called Six Packs And Railroad Tracks....
So we walked down to these tracks behind where we both were working and he told me this story which within a couple of days I put down the lyrics adding the poetry...
Several years later he himself was to die down at those tracks where he would go to do his drinking He died of neglect...
My friend Peter Bentencourt layed down the music for it back around that same time I wrote it, 1990-91....
I gave Mickey several copies which he so proudly would give out and say with a wink and assurance..."This song will one day be recorded in Nashville"
Mickey was such a postive person and would always add, "How sweet it is" His idol was Hank Williams...Well, that never happened...But I do want to share this with you and all those who have been there, like me....Peter still plays this song and it can be heard on my Monday Night At The Cafe tape....
That's where I first recited it and Peter picked it up...

Six Packs And Railroad Tracks

Six packs and railroad tracks
Drinking beer kicking back
Waiting for that freedom train
Killing time, killing pain.

Got my ticket in my hand
And I paid a heavey price
Know that I just don't fit in
So I come here every night.

Six packs and railroad tracks
Drinking beer kicking back
Waiting for that freedom train
Killing time killing pain.

Met a man some time ago
And he offered me some beer
Then he just started to cry
When his thoughts became his tears

I asked him did I say something wrong
He shook his head no
He said my daughters in the hospital
And my wife died a month ago.

And I said do you mind if I play you a song
He gave me the okay
So I picked up my guitar
And I started to play

And I played him six packs and railroad tracks
Drinking beer kicking back
Waiting for that freedom train
Killing time killing pain.

(Guitar break)

Six packs and railroad tracks
A place where dreamers go
Waiting for that freedom train
Just to hear its whistle blow
Just to hear its whistle blow.

Never saw that man again
It's been seven years or more
And every time I hear a train
I see him as before

I wave my beer as it goes by
From a place no one can see
And I know if he is on that train
He'll wave it back at me

Singing six packs and railroad tracks
Drinking beer kicking back
Waiting for that freedom train
Killing time killing pain....



In The Smoke.....4-27-07

Left over ashes from an everyday smoke
Smudge a cinder block wall.
Blocks that I with pipe been tapping
Leaving behind this trail that would fall.

This day appears without its makeup
Plain and simple dressed in grey.
Much like smoke I am puffing
Watching rise and drift away.

Life is really left over ashes
With thoughts mixing in the smoke.
I know that I will not out last them
As sure as lips that suck and toke.

A rosemary bush inhales my thoughts
Now scented in its brush like leaves.
Leaves like needles soft and pliable
Waiting for someone to touch and retrieve.

  [The words that float as ashes fly
  In the smoke where they will lie
  Together where they will not die
  After the burn that says goodbye.]

The smoke reaches above the skyline
Floating around with words that rhyme.
Here below the smudge behind them
Waiting for now just serving; their time....



Some People Think I'm Lazy

Some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all.

I'm just a simple kind of guy
Sometimes my head is up in the sky
Sometimes my feet are stuck to the ground
And there I stand looking around.

But that is me, that's how I am
Not really hard to understand
Don't think I'm different
If you know what I mean
Just another with a dream.

I look for love, just like you
And sometimes it makes me feel brand new
Sometimes it ends and makes me sad
And I think to myself it's really too bad.

Some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all.

I feel each day as I do night
Feel my feelings when they take flight
Sometimes they don't feel too good
And I'm guessing feelings are as they should.

See, some people want to own me
It seems they want to control me
Some just turn their backs on me
At least that's how it appears to me.

'Cause some people think I use them
Manipulate and confuse them
Some people say I even lie
And that I'm mean 'cause I don't try.
( Try for what when I'm going to die)

So some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all.

Some people ask me
What do you do?
I tell them nothing
How about you?

I like to see what comes along
Then the poetry and the song
Letting each day have its way
I guess that's why I now can say,

There's nothing that I want to become
I guess to some that means a bum
Still I know it's an awesome life
Sharing the gifts we bring to light.

So, some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all
They don't know me, really-at-all.....

D. c. Bianchino, thefourthpath.com


Listen To The Music

Listen to the music
Down inside
Come alive
When outside.
Listen to the music
Lift you
Right there
On queue.
Up down
In out
Left right
'Round about.
Stay lose
Get tight
Music is
Blue light.
Listen to the drum
Bap bap
First real
Rap rap.
Listen to the music
Map map
History
Tap taps..
Up down
In out
Left right
'Round about.
Listen to the music
It's near
Right there
In ear.
Listen to the music
Do things
Change moods
Thoughts swing.
Next message
Make room
Coming soon
Stay tuned.
Listen to the music
Here now
Just listen
That's how.
Listen- To- The- Music..



The Rose Bowl Spectacular

I'm just a little off, not quite right
If you know what I mean.
I have this blackened spot
Although white light
You may have seen.

But ah, what the hell, that's the way I am
Just another face, appearing sometimes
Like a lamb.

Never will feel as good, never will feel as should
But ah, what the hell, that's the way it is,
I'm, Hollywood!

Heroes and movie stars, impressions held in mason jars
Telling me I can make it there, reasons which, I now despair.
Advertisements in a sea, red from this hypocrisy
Leaving me just a little off, not quite right,
If you know what I mean.

Meanwhile in the cracks, car bombs, sneak attacks
A White House hiding facts, lives filled with dirty acts.
Now when measuring my success, I always feel
I'm something less.

Why with heroes and movie stars
Sold to me not as they are, how can I ever be
More than this that is not me

Advertisements in a sea, red from this hypocrisy
I'm just a little off, not quite right if you know
What I mean.

Never will feel as good, never will feel as should.
But ah, what the hell, that's the way it is,
I'm Hollywood!...
It's Rose Bowl Time.

www.thefourthpath.com Jan 2006



It's A Crazy World

It's a crazy world that we live in
But I love it and does that mean I have sinned
'Cause if it does when I am feeling it's all right
Then I'll sin again tomorrow and again tomorrow night.

When the skies ablaze in that Technicolor way
And the rain has stopped like those tears when swept away
And the air smells clean and birds begin to play
And night says it's mine and I will have my say.

Like that crazy kind of feeling that I hold inside
Feeling like a child on a roller coaster ride
Watching like those clouds I see as they divide
With moon black and white together side by side.

And this feeling I have it doesn't go away
Today it feels the same as did yesterday
Tonight my roller coaster is high off the ground
Looking at the beauty I see all around.

There's a peace inside as I am looking out
Not wondering as I did thinking what's it all about
Just a peace for now that makes me want to shout
It's a crazy world we live in but I love it there's no doubt.

It's a crazy world that we live in
But I love it and does that mean I have sinned
'Cause if it does when I am feeling it's all right
Then I'll sin again tomorrow and again tomorrow night



San Marcos And Eddie Durham

When the moon comes out in August
In this little Texas town
You can bet it's Eddie Durham time
With Jazz and latin sounds.

You will hear violins that sing
Saxophones trombones
Coronets drums guitars
Key boards mixing tones.

Now listen to the violins
Watch as it takes flight
Joined by the guitar man
Heating up the night.

Trombones and saxophones
Violins and more
Trumpets all calling out
Eddie San Marcos tonight is yours.

Eddie, are you listening
This tribute's just for you
Grateful for the time you gave
And how your music grew.

'Cause Jesus was your brother
You were heaven sent
And I'll bet right now your teaching him
Every instrument.

'Cause Jesus loves his Jazz
Just feel him in your feet
Feel him in your neck and hands
That's right, that's him grooving to the beat.

So listen to the violins
Watch as it takes flight
Joined by the guitar man
Heating up the night
Coronets drums guitars
Key boards mixing tones
And if you listen really close
You might hear Eddie
Playing his own trombone. Oh ya
Playing his own trombone
Come on now
Playing his own trombone

Trombones violins saxophones and more
Trumpets all calling out
Eddie, tonight San Marcos is yours
One more time
Eddie, tonight San Marcos is yours
OH YES IT IS YA YA YA..



The Fireball

There's a big old fireball ball going down
Looks like night is coming around.
Hope this evening I can make up ground
'Cause, it sure is a hot one in this Texas town.

Now faith comes when day is done
Doubt with the rising sun
But tonight looking to have some fun
And make another fireball with someone.

There's a big old fireball going down
Looks like night is coming around
Hope this evening I can make up ground
'Cause, it sure is a hot one in this Texas town.

You can bet tomorrow won't be the same
'Cause tomorrow is still without a name
But tonight feeling today's hot flame
And a fireball I, just can't tame.

There's a big old fireball going down
Looks like night is coming around
Hope this evening I can make up ground
'Cause, it sure is a hot one in this Texas town.

Met this lady, was evening time
A Texas breeze looking fine
Talked about the sunset, (passing a line)
She left sunglasses, and a smile behind.

There's a big old fireball going down
Looks like night is coming around
Hope this evening I can make up ground
'Cause, it sure is a hot one in this Texas town
'Cause, it sure is a hot one in this Texas town
Sure is a hot one in this Texas town
Hey honey, how about making a fireball with me Ya



Tribute To Willie Nelson

I'm reaching out for Texas
The place where Willie sits
When he sings his country songs
One star at night is lit.

He lights the skies in Texas
With style that is down home
He makes you feel life is ok
With freedom that he owns.

He is a Texas monument
A Texas historical site
Just look up in the Texas sky
And you will see him there at night.

That's why I'm reaching out for Texas
The place where Willie sits
Just to have what Willie has
That freedom he emits.

He is that Texas cowboy
A man with his guitar
And every time he sings a song
Willie lights another star



BEFORE.....12-03-2011

I saw love coming out of her eyes
With their curious mystery.

Two thoughts at the same time
From love back and forth
For one and now this other.

It's complicated yet pure
For its inner want.

Eyes that look through a green lens
Fragile yet strong in the heart.

And so they stare with a serious glance
Letting one know their search for the truth
Before the cat allows the leopard to leap,
With her surrender....