Vegan Holiday

Vegan Holiday
Joseph Delli Gatti

Closer and closer
every day
to my pet turkey
and closer to the holidays.

I named him Willy
and I fed him corn.
It may sound silly,
but I feel so torn.

I used to play with Willy –
we had so much fun.
But now Dad wants to kill him;
so, I yell to Willy, “Run!”

Run, Willy, run! Go, go – get out of there!
Run, Willy, run! Go, go, go!
Run, Willy, run! Go, go – get out of there!
Run, Willy, run – look at Willy run!

I see my wicked mom
sharpening her knife.
A tear falls from my eye
’cause it’s the end of Willy’s life.

I’ve known him just one year.
He was my only friend.
Painful gobbling fills the air –
I hope it’s not the end!

My father dropped the axe
while my brother held its head.
My headless turkey ran around
and finally fell down dead

Run, Willy, run! Go, go – get out of there!
Run, Willy, run! Go, go, go!
Run, Willy, run! Go, go – get out of there!
Run, Willy, run – look at Willy run!

I looked down at my plate,
just after Dad’s prayer,
at my poor dead Willy
all cut up lying there.

I dumped my dinner plate
right there on the floor,
and yelled to Willy, “RUN!”
as I held open the door.

I started to cry
’cause Willy didn’t move.
My mom said, “Come back in here –
and eat your stupid food.”

Run, Willy, run! Go, go – get out of there!
Run, Willy, run! Go, go, go!
Run, Willy, run! Go, go – get out of there!
Run, Willy, run – look at Willy run!

And that’s why I’m a vegan!

The Plight Before Christmas

The Plight Before Christmas
Joseph Delli Gatti

T’was the night before Christmas, and there he sat –
a boy and his friend, an old alley cay.
There were holes in his stockings, and his clothes were rags.
He sat writing a Christmas list on an old paper bag.

He didn’t want much, just one little thing:
a beautiful present that only Santa could bring.
Then the boy hung his socks from an old garbage can
to be filled with goodies by the jolly red man.

He curled up in some newspaper right next to his kitten,
thinking of Christmas and the list he had written.
and there he slept on the cold city street
tired and dirty with nothing to eat.

He awoke the next morning and rubbed his eyes
for what he saw was a shocking surprise!

His socks had been stolen; no presents were near.
There was no sign of Santa nor his eight tiny reindeer.
The boy wept softly and held his kitten tight.
So, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Everything for You

Everything for You
Joseph Delli Gatti

Frightened like a puppy,
you came at me with those beautiful eyes.
You seemed a little high maintenance,
but still a pleasant sight.

Too good to be treated bad,
you sure were one classy cat.
And all I wanted to do
is to spend all my time with you.

I thought we’d go to dinner and then for a ride;
but, you never even gave me a chance to decide… .

Now I’m being taken for a ride – the ride of my life.
The doors are closed and locked for me;
my windows fog, and you’re all that I see.
And anytime you want me to cave – I’m your prisoner and your slave –

Always for you – always for you!

Now I need to bridle myself;
become sophisticated and proper for you,
stab myself a million times for you
– everything for you.

Are you good or are you bad?
Either way, I’m happy to be had.
Abuse me so I’ll be a little
more like you… .

Now I’m being taken for a ride – the ride of my life.
The doors are closed and locked for me;
the windows fog, and you’re all that I see.
And anytime you want me to cave – I’m your prisoner and your slave –

Always for you – always for you!

Everything for you… .

Break The Silence

Break The Silence
Joseph Delli Gatti

Everybody seems to be doing fine;
Clean up your baggage and get into line.
Every-body is standing in line,
holding their tongues and doing their time.

One step, two step, follow the signs.
As I stand there I just want to…

Break the silence – imprisoning me,
break the silence with my screams,
break the silence and share my dreams,
break the silence so that I can be…

Can’t shake the notion out of my mind
that I might be falling behind.
I feel myself starting to unwind.
Everyone else is doing fine.

But now’s my chance to speak my mind.
I breathe in deep and then I…

…break the silence imprisoning me,
break the silence with my screams,
break the silence and share my dreams,
break the silence so that I can be free.

They try to keep us silent and keep us in line,
try to keep us marching to buy them some time –
keeping us equal and keeping us down –

down and silent.

But they can’t keep the silence imprisoning;
they can’t stop the guidance of a million dreams;
can’t keep everyone from breaking free.

Break the silence!

Our boots are pounding into new ground –
the drums and the guitar creating the new sound!
We won and we…

…will not be stopped!

Moccasin

Moccasin
Joseph Delli Gatti, Copyright 2002

Do not hesitate.
Go and meet your highest fate.
We have got to seize the dying day.

Bare feet hit the ground – throwing dust and earth around.
Arms flailing voices wailing – the drums begin to pound.
Half solum and half ire as they prepare the pyre;
Men dance and chant as they bring the fire.

Do not hesitate.
Go and meet your highest fate.
We have got to seize the dying day.

Driving stakes through the ground – throws dust and earth.
The chorus drowns out the cantos as the Spirit’s found.
Now they’ll never tire – louder as they light the pyre!
Arms flail; voices wail; the fire burns higher and higher!

Do not hesitate.
Go and meet your highest fate.
We have got to seize the dying day.

We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)

Red sparks, pain, and anger fly –
dying as they reach the bleeding sky.
Drums beat inside my head –
killing, killing, killing ’till another day’s dead.

The Balance of The Ballerina

The Balance of The Ballerina
Joseph Delli Gatti

A dark reflection dances
just below the surface –
an angel and a devil
balanced on a sole.

The pink-ribboned shoe
turns and forsakes the floor –
an angel flying closer to heaven,
a devil falling closer to hell.

They reunite again and again –
each time sounding soft taps
until the notes of the music stop
and the dancer leaves the stage.

Mitt Romney’s Position on The Right to Bear Arms (The 2nd Amendment)

by Joseph Delli Gatti
June 1, 2016

Recently, in a televised interview, Donald Trump for President campaign manager Corey Lewandowski made the claim that if Mitt Romney were to run for President, that our 2nd Amendment rights would be confiscated by the federal government.  The underlying message plays to Trump-supporters’ fears that liberals are attempting to establish or to fortify a new-world-order Socialist government that can control the population via gun-control measures such as those found in the United Nations Small Arms Treaty.

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Full-conversion Indian Chili

By Joseph Delli Gatti

“Full Conversion” food is a name given to a concept that I discovered during my year-long sojourn in Mauritius while serving a full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.   I considered how close some traditional Mauritian-Indian food ingredients were to traditional Mexican or Central American food ingredients.

Some of my favorite things to eat in Mauritius were roti with beans, halim, curry-fried noodles, Indian-made Chinese rice, and chicken or lamb biryani (made both Indian style and Muslim/Middle Eastern style).  It was probably the best food in the world.

Much like the Mauritian creole language resulted from various nationalities sharing a language while trying to maintain segregated religion and cultures, the food tended to follow the same approach.  What would African/creole or Chinese people have for dinner if they only had access to Indian and middle-eastern cooks and ingredients?

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Among Best-Qualified 2016 Republicans, Mitt Romney Still Wins

By Joseph Delli Gatti ––

In 2008, I fell into the same trap as a lot of voters: I learned about the candidates from the arguments and accusations of the competition.  I watched the mainstream news media, and accepted what they said at face value.  I didn’t know that it was a problem either – until shortly into the 2012 Republican primaries.

In 2012, I lightly researched the candidates, and settled on Tim Pawlenty because of the fiscally and morally conservative values that I believed he held.  When Tim bowed out of the primaries early, and endorsed Mitt Romney, it caught me off guard.  I went online and argued with people about how I couldn’t vote for Mitt Romney because of his positions on abortion, taxes, healthcare, and marriage.  Someone responded to a comment that I made: it was a plea to research Mitt Romney’s positions to more depth on at least one issue.  So, half out of spite and half out of curiosity, I did. Continue reading