From the walls of the cauldron
And the fiery old well
Lives a heartbeat of wolves (and)
A caged tiger's shell
He stumbles in the waters
And he dwells a good drum
He spits in the alleyway
He chews up some gum.

I get up for paper
I get down for rain.
I stand up for sorrow
I lie down for pain.
I think love is crazy
And I ought to be blamed
But the feelings of the night-time
Are all in my name.

Dogs and cats roam silently
In a house of flaming cards
And bagpipes roll endlessly
Played by polka-dot bards
I spin in a tombstone
I laugh in a chair
The electric sparks tangle
And mess up my hair.

He feels an odd poke
In the bottom of his cloud
So what of a bullet?
Go scatter the crowd!
He flips inside out
And dashes out his head
He feels now reborn
Though he truly is dead

So pick up the glass
On the soles of your feet
Get up and spell "magic"
As you groove to the beat
I sing out a longing cry
That hounds out a pig
But my nanny BEATS FRANTIC
SO GO DANCE THE JIG!

A quiet solitary stroll in the winter air
And a girl by my right; kiss her, do I dare?
But the time goes by and we slowly drift apart
Yet my soul remains sturdy and so does my heart

So the time sets me forward in a green grassy place
And in only a year's stretch, I meet a new lovely face
And the flowers retract in their roots, but I grow gladly
Love keeps me steady, this feeling I carry on madly

Another moment in my life that painted a golden dream
Was when I held a guitar out to fans who would clap and scream
And now I long to play a heartfelt song once or twice more
But why stop there? After all, I want to sing and soar

I learn in a moment what some may take years
But some days, I feel consumed by irrational fears
Yet, my favorite memories come to my waiting aid
Hopefully, with a love in my life, my fears will now fade.

The wind carries on a spell-dazed sigh
As the reflections of the faces of people go by
And I carry my form to the twisted building gate
Of mechanical eyes and ears in the school I hate

So the door leans ajar in a cavernous blue hall
And the linoleum floor sparkles and I feel quite small
Letting a giant in the authoritarian music band thrive
As his gunshot cigars remind an evil left alive

A careless whisper hangs on a thread of wonder
But the love in some eyes could all crash down like thunder
For the bullet does not care about a future or past
As an iron-tipped bird flies to deliver me at last

I float past buildings that were not made for me
They watch me go by; do tell how they could see
That I left the school with a wing’ed sly grin
But now I fear that I have deserted my own skin

So splendid days are here indeed
As here in Heaven an AR you’ll never need.

Our distance kills my soul every day
As I am powerless to protect you from the world
The world with its lusting eyes and cold iron grasp
How can I be sure you won't be taken tomorrow?

I see em' with their high-class smile
I see em' with their evil tongues stretching a mile
I see em' with their soccer ***** and games
I hear em' with their Jackson, Sean, and Sam names

You walk with the feet of a conservative edged freak
Tell me: What is it in this smog-choked world that you seek?
Maybe it's your talk and the provocative way you walk
That show off your pampered pale skin like chalk

You were born with a taper haircut and sly
Plan to make any girl yours; oh me oh my
And is it too cool to believe in a man in the sky?
The choice is yours, but you couldn't go up if you tried

Your eyes are sharp like the knife that stabs the beast
You have for dinner each night that keeps you so greased
But you never once had a clue about the world around you
And you'll fall into place where you'll never know what is true.

When the moon shines on the factory walls
We still see your pain in your quarter stalls
You stumble your way through the grey graveled ground
As your grunts and groans to your masters make no sound

And while the bricks of a future world lay on your back
How long until they collapse on a red linoleum track
You can't see beyond the endless drag of the whips
As the money-coated Pigs command from fat lips

The suffering is infinite inside your cold hardened lung
And everybody knows horses have no message to be sung
And it isn't your fault that you don't know what's true
Because the Dogs have stolen away everything that belonged to you
But one of these days
You must rise and take back the steel-tipped maze
But how could the dumb light in your eyes
Begin to take the Pigs by surprise?

So when do you gallop away from the chain?
So when do you race away in the oil rain?
So when do you open up your heart?
So when do you wake up and revolt and start?
So when do you neigh out your hidden mind?
So when do you free the rest of your kind?
So when do you realize you've worked inside the sun?
So when do you realize this was never any fun?

It is magic; pure pleasant purple-dotted
Oddities in the reflecting pool of our imaginations
Yet is it so absurd to believe in a second in time
Where words mean something and love and rhyme?

I ponder in a candy land upon a sleepy pink hill
And floating one-eyed people tumble around and spill
Out the words that make them real and who they are
But you and I should rise beyond and float amongst the stars.
For the pages of hearts and wet mouths cry
And the cotton-clothed blanket lets us warm and dry
So can’t we simply stay in our warmth so long at peace?
I never want the enchanted feeling of your being to ever cease.

Well, we walked along the street
Without a sound but just our feet
But our smiles were big and loud
And you’ve got me feeling so newly proud.

Well, we talked in a warm embrace
About love and death and the human race
And how our paths were fated to be
As we clung together underneath a tree

Well, the night hid us inside the cool shade
As my doubts and fears finally started to fade
And your eyes were twinkling with a young romance
So I took your hand and we started to dance

And you said you had cranberries in your mouth
When I wanted to kiss you
But that made the feeling “sweeter”
As my heart did spin and teeter
For the sugar of our hearts made an all-new taste
And the fears of our futures have since been erased
Since our flavors came together to merge into one
As we smile and hold hands while shining like the sun.

Do something, do nothing
Is what the head goblins say
Say something, don't speak
Is told to me day by day

Make a change, do nothing
Is what the head goblins yell
Write something, write nothing
As they bury me deeper into hell.

Make something, destroy everything
Is what the head goblins request
Walk somewhere, sit somewhere
Ain't they just a pest?

Love her, hate him
Is what the head goblins demand
Talk, speak, riot, reek, isolate, permeate, mediate, violate
The head goblins have me buried in the sand.

Take a hit or ten of the pipe that will
Surely rearrange your mind, until
You come back down to Earth, but while you are up
See what drips from your mouth into your cup

The road turns upside down with a grin
And without any dignity, denouncing your chagrin
See yourself shouting at the weather up at the sky
Raining, snowing, or sunning, you’ll pass it by

Float past the purple beanstalks that
Grow right by where you just had sat
Listen for nature joking inside your ears
Making you think of all those wasted years

A glorious wind blows you like a page
Out of those bars that held you in society’s cage
Do not be alarmed in the world you have come to
It is a divine paradise in the clouds of pleasant blue

Flowers come forth in the morning spirit sun
In this warm grassy meadow, you skip hop and run
And around you are those happy smiling faces
Belonging to those friends that have brought you to these places

There’s an expression for what these feelings are
Even after you’ve fallen down from your star
It means that you’re away and dazed in the head
And the feeling is called being blissfully dead.

At the moment, my love
You've been the person I've been looking for for ages
But...
Please be careful.

In a tender knotted string
Holds my heart that does sing
Out the tune of my past
Should the song stop, at last?
For you are a new sound
And I like it when you're around
You make me re-evaluate
My entire life; this I do not exaggerate

Your angelic smile
Runs such a mile
Into the blackened corners of my mind
That loathing creeps around with other filthy kinds
But they never had a chance
To your beautiful dance
That dissolved the cogs that span their undying hate
And this I will forever appreciate

The way your words
Fly out like birds
And chirp so sweetly into my restless ears
As they delicately dissolve my endless fears
And not a day goes by
That I want to get high
Off your intoxicating gaze that fulfills my days
While the rest of my nights I'm deep in a haze

But...
Please be careful
For while my heart is happy again
You have the power to destroy it.

Lately, the colors on my bedroom walls
And the pastel shades on the bathroom stalls
Are floating off the surface and mix all 'round
But there's more to this feeling that only exists in sound.

Lately, as I walk on the filthy sidewalk street
The ground melts into a liquid that splashes by my feet
And the pigeons fly upside-down while singing their song
And sometimes I flap with them and soar right along.

Lately, while the sun may rise upon the cold land
I see no brightness on my legs or my hands
And if the moon should fall to the deep blue sea
It'll crash right down and fall along with me.

Lately, all the people I know and see are slugs
And my underneath skin is crawling with bugs
Should my hair fall out on a scorching overnight
I no longer can tell what's wrong or what's right.
For reality is bending at the tattered seams
A parallel universe only matched by my dreams
And the fibers of my core are beaten like a drum
With the sounds of my head making a maddened hum

So I walk upside-down in an ever-changing world
While my mind and my heart continue to be swirled.

I stare to my hands that do my ***** work
They type out the words from my mind where they lurk
They write my ****** homework that I’m forced to do
So much that I’ll never be able to see any one of you.

Them hands that write out my thoughts or wishes
And clutch a fork or knife as I eat years of dishes
And they’ll maybe be the same that come with me to my dreams
Of being a free rock star where reality hangs at the seams

Oh, but even as these letters form
I sit here quietly in my cozy blue dorm
That I knew all my life and that I’ll inevitably depart
While I clutch a cold hand to a still beating heart

I hope to use my hands for good
And someday for love if I ever could
So let my hands reach out to your own
And finally they won’t have to stay all alone.

When I pick you up (my bassy bassy bass)
I feel my thoughts pour into your neck
And by the time I've finished laying you in my lap
You and I have become so synonymous.

If I'm feeling a little glad, the notes come with ease
As my thumb lets loose and does whatever to please
If I'm feeling a little sad, the notes quiet down
And try to uplift my darkened deep frown

I never once stopped feeling dry as a bone
And I never once stopped to respond on my phone
Cause you give me what I want so good and well
A world without you would undeniably be hell

A guitar is quite nice with its bright merry ring
And it sure is easier to hum along and sing
But the low fat sound of the bass is a thrill
And I never quite have enough of a satisfying fill.

What I've Learned:

Go be what you want to be.
Octopuses live in gardens.
***** aren’t meant to be that big, anyway.

I love who I am.
**** after school.

***-wiping is important.

Consistency is for the norm.
Octagons will serve me no purpose in life.
****** isn’t a good word to say in public.
**** isn’t, either.
Except for *****.
Parents aren’t there to hear it, of course.
Things happen for a reason.

Batteries lose their power after a while.
Your wallet will not always be full.

Wearing clothes is good.
Hiking naked is good, too.
Indoors, of course.
Curtains closed, as well.
House is also empty.

Weird people get things done.
Excellently, I might add.

Music is the ultimate healer.
Eating is good, too.
After going to sleep, dream good dreams.
Silence is a gift, but so is sound.
Uranium never benefitted me.
Radioactivity is a force to be reckoned with.
Elements are of the past.

Oil is running out.
Uniqueness is a treasure.
Rock n’ roll will never die.

*** isn’t an alternative to joy.
Acoustic guitars sound nice.
Intelligence only goes so far.
Nukes are a symbol of everything I want to rid myself of.

My notebook is scrawled with the words
That come out to play when they've heard
I've been feeling a tad tired, or a tad too mad
But in the end, their laughter makes me so glad!

There's a voice that chatters on with plan
And another that keeps me on the straight and narrow
I can feel them straight through the green bone marrow
It's time to find out just where they all stand!

One whispers with wisdom of good common sense
Another would like to shoot Mr. Mike Pence
My little good friends that play on the swing
They yell out from throats that make my head ring!

I love you so much
Is it wrong that we want to smother you with our touch?
But my fists pummel with a passion so great
And in the end, everybody gets my hate!

Jim had ran in many races before
They never once occurred to him as a chore
He was strong and fierce like a hardened ox
And he was never sick with a cold or pox.

He trained every day without a single pause
His wife was there to support his every cause
And his smile always stretched from ear to ear
And he never once succumbed to darkness and fear.

But his passion for music had touched his collar
And he wanted more than just fame and another dollar
So he stopped the running from himself and sat in his chair
And forgot the track he once loved and cared.

He stayed in his room every day for a week
And every so often, his wife would peek
In the door crack just to see
What creature should behold thee.

The cans of alphabet soup that stacked upon the floor
Were made into towers that leveled even the door
And she saw the mess he made in his musical craze
"I pray that this is just a foolish Autumn craze."

He finally came out after a month or so
The wailing of sound had turned down low
So he came out to see what the world had come to
When his wife suddenly screeched out, "WHO ARE YOU?!"
He said, "It's me, Dory. I'm sorry if you were scared,
But did you really think it was some stranger impaired?"
She cried, "Look at your eyes. Look at your face,
YOUR YOUTH HAS LEFT YOUR BODY WITHOUT LEAVING A SINGLE TRACE!"

He scowled and shook from the drafty Autumn wind
The veins on his body were apparent on the skin
He tumbled down the stairs and the race had ended there
And the alphabet soup had run out with nothing left to share.

My love and I had walked around
We walked for hours without a sound
Then the sun had suddenly fallen down
And my smile had turned into a frown

I turned to her as if to say,
"You are my night to my brightened day"
But she turned into a different girl
And all the colors of life did swirl

I felt a tremor in the blackened floor
And I looked around for an escape door
But she held on my hand 'til I could no longer breathe
As my tongue chopped off from my chattering teeth

The truth was that she was dressed as another
And while I cried for my own dear mother
She told me so bluntly without one single care,
"I've been a stranger as long as you've grown out your hair."

As I read past scarred darkened lines
Of poems of yesterday that I could all call mine
But now I feel so rotten inside
And don't dare say I haven't yet tried.

A poem in June could tell a nice story
Unlike today's that are so miserably gory
I'll speak of a time that I once fell in love
But my feelings flew out my ears like doves.

A poem last year could tell of a horse
Creativity decreases; now I just have remorse
For the writing style of which had came through with ease
But it'll never come back even if I say "please".

And that time that I wrote an epic in the snow
But it is Autumn now; and I am a scarecrow
So leave me alone to be wasting away in the field
Who knows, maybe a good poem this time I'll yield

WHAT HAVE I DONE to shrivel away
Out in the night and on through the day
For I feel the child is dying in me
So you'd might as well prepare my grave under a tree.

Like grains of sand on a beach
I lay down to rest
But I still blow away in the end.

I can't sit or stand now, and
My legs liquify
To the point where I am just water.

Come by round the town and see
What may you find
In the nuclear town that I made.

Here I dissolve looking out
My cracked window
I awaken without any rest.

Tell em:
You look too funny with yer hair like that
You look like a Fabio-woman; isn’t it grand?
You look like a hippie with your finger in yer crack
You look like my aunt with a whistle in her stack.

Tell em:
Your hair looks like I could hang you from a porch
And if you turned right around, I thought you me sister
Go sit on a piano to be painted like a girl
You look so cheesy I just might hurl.

Tell em:
You might've run away from a pair of scissors
You tryin' to be a princess or something?
You give me a fright when we look your way
Cause you might as well dance in drag today.

I'LL TELL EM:
I don't care whether I got distance on my head
You never did anything to stand out on your own.
So let me be just being so high in the sky
Being a long-haired ****** 'til the day I die.

The skin I thought I once knew
As only looking just straight at you
And then all those other voices I kept down so long
Finally made it out so big and strong.

The reason why I may have blushed
And now I can feel my hetero hopes crushed
Cause that little boy kicking defiantly inside
And he's for SURE got different plans in mind.

No, no, it's a one time thing
This doesn't mean I want a separate fling
But I can't help but think
Of all those times I wanted to wink

And now I feel myself splitting in two
One's for that, the other for you
But I'll keep that side on the down-low
Because I've still got a lot of thinking to do, you know.

Here in the hustle and bustle of the world
I cannot locate my poetic muse
He has run off elsewhere like the child I am, too
But I MUST find him, now!

Quickly, he couldn't have gone far
In his paranoia and anger
Mister, have you seen him? Ma'am, have you?
Surely you could give me just a little clue?

And the orchestra of my mind roars so loud
And the music covers my brain like a cloud
So many nooks and crannies to crawl in
But this searching battle is something I MUST win!
Cause if I lose my muse
Who am I?
Who is Ellison, then?
If his mental bells ring so loud like Big Ben!

I'm blinded, deafened
By the hustle and bustle of the world
And you, the reader, will be the first to know
If I found my muse stranded in blackened snow.

Flip a ladder upside-down and tell me where you climb to
You come to the same destination, but don’t dare argue
That it could’ve been different, it could’ve been right
And your feelings are telling you to look away from the light

That is her face, and it is blindingly apparent
To which I realize that all is viewed is transparent
Should I run? Should I flee?
Saints preserve us! The choking glory
And now my heart shrinks so itty bitty tiny
Sweat glistens on my face, ever so shiny
As I realize that I am turning reverse red
Is my heart dead? No, I think not
But my love surely has run out, and there was quite a lot
Don’t give me that look, I tell you again
It was not you, ’twas me, my beautiful friend
And I look at you closer, I gaze at you once more
Oh hell! Oh curses! I run out the door
Listening to my mind rattling, and I know nothing again
So I take to my thoughts; music pours from my den
Of solitude, of singleness, of loneliness, of fear
A room without you in it, a room without a soul
A room made out of ice, a room without a friend
A room colored blue, a room seen as black
My heart rekindles itself, the fire is back
No love has gone away, and I hope to see you soon another day.

Come, at last to the mountain pass
And dream the stuff of purity
Open your ears to the thoughts without fears
And all will come true to you.

As twilight disappears off the canvas sky
Love forever hangs where you lie
And the air is warm like your body it hold
So long as the truth is worth like gold.

Your hands dissolve into faces and smiles
Do not be alarmed, be eased into the clouds
And sound and rain are here to be blessed
Just like you on the summit of our song.

So open every eye on your glowing body
As the music shines brighter and brighter
In this glorious day of peace mantra dance
You finally become one with nature.

Goodbye, a dastardly devious fiend
Always on the brink of disaster you leaned
And always stopped by the hero in blue
It's just a **** shame what has happened to you.

You made our hearts grow, you made them sink
You taught us that even villains have to think
And that they too want happiness and joy
And you gave us those things to every girl and boy.

Your spirit was undying, your face so inspiring
Yet your cancer forced you into sadly retiring
And Sporticus grieved with the rest of the gang
And Lazytown no longer played and sang.

But we have to move on without our purple friend
Cause his heart was filled with glee in the end
And now he plays in the bright morning sun
Just know that you were always villain number one.

I see him every day
Stumbling by the streets that are as old as him.
His wispy air tumbles past his shoulders
As his eyes glaze down and out.

Sometimes I see him walk
And hover without a mouth
It only appears for a cancer stick
That he drains the tobacco clean.

Each time I pass the shield of smoke
He puts up where he sits
I wonder when the day will come
He finishes his final one.

Because I know once he was young too
And I've yet to come by and sit with him
And ask his story after I say these words,
"Hello, old man."

Yes, everything is so clear
NEW-clear, right?

Because like the explosion of anger I get
When I see some poem better than mine
Everything is newly clear.
It is new clear.

Or, not.
See, I've been called careless. Delusional, a couple times.
But do you think I give a **** about my silly rhymes?
Or how about each person that's floated in and out of my life.
Everything is very clear.

I want you to take the word "nuclear"
Splice it and make it something better.
I did "NEW-CLEAR".
I'm angry.
And no amount of heated words will satisfy the mushroom clouds in my mind.

I would go on a journey nobody has ever gone on before
For this heavenly reward that is waiting patiently at my door.
I would climb Mount Everest with one arm tied behind my back
Just to see what I await in a heaping giant stack.

You see, my friends, it is unlike any other treat
It makes my childish heart still skip a beat
I'll fight to the death with an arrow in my eye
Just to get a bit of the flavor that makes me sigh

That tender crust, that succulent cheese
Then covered with tomato sauce that quivers my knees
I couldn't explain what this does to me
All I wish is that I could pick it off trees.

It belongs in an art museum for all to behold
Its value exceeds even greater than gold
And I'd sooner walk out on the Mona Liza
So I can get another slice of that wonderful pizza.

Each and every page that goes by
Out of the corner of my youthful eye
I can see each and every passing thought
I expected fate should have bought.

With tears tumbling down each cheek
Them bright happy faces are so sought to seek
Did those eyes seven months ago know of today?
Did they know his mind would ever be okay?

And with trembling fingers, I can scarcely believe
That memory misplaced in my web of weaves
I used to be able to say that I had HER heart
Now I lay on the floor waiting for the inevitable depart.
For every smile I see knows not of what we now do
And we've changed from the years that changed even you
So should I still be in love with the girl that flipped me upside down?
And risk all those months again wearing that same darkened frown?

Because each and every photo from yesterday
Lacks what is present here right now
And if I ever could relive any of my years
I would still experience the same fears.

As the days of life sing
Time dances forever in my hands
So as music is as true as the sky
I'll let the blue canvas stay behind the clouds.

Knowing as the nightly moon meets the sun
I'm happy with this, surely.
For my eyes are so small compared
To them planets so big in the black.

Inside, love will bring peace of mind
As long as people continue to take in light
My body plays along with life's song
And my soul changes with my face and hair.          

Girl, my heart is still a boy
Will you give me the chance to become a man?
I hope my venom stays low, and that these feelings
Do not ignite a depression revolution, because
These worms inside my head
Feel nothing, they want to **** all of my friends.
Don't you understand, woman?
We have grown from the child.

Let us keep the infant away from war
And away from the battlefield where we met
Let us pray he avoids the person down by the red dust
So that he does not have to feel our pain.                                            

On this bright green Earth
Where we can be real anytime we want
And lies and joy exist simultaneously
Could even God come up with something like this?

We humans are everything but cosmic
For we are meat through and through
And although our names do not let expectations fall
Mister Ellison does not have much inspiration left.

Up till morning in the dawn of the sun
Do the tears run past a moist cheek
Battles and wars inside were never won
No innocence was left to seek.

The rope hangs from the old well
That holds the rusted pail
The water beneath it lurks with a smell
And is anything but frail.

Relieving the mind and demons inside
Does a knotted rope could do
And the tortured know they have yet tried
To **** what plagues them true.

One speaks about death lightly
As if life is for the weak
But you were awake nightly
Crying to a future bleak.

The scarred young hand touches the rope
And pulls back ironically again
For if death is desired, where is hope
So is anything all right, then?

The knot is political against the world
For if something could save them, it would
But their corpse was carried in a tombstone curled
And the noose was burned with their childhood.

On the days of rain that come before
The nights of pain that come through the door
I walk through streets of an ocean Earth
See the clouds up above with the water they birth
And all through the day does the water come down
Flooding my head and my mind-village town
Feeling down and out
With so much water to spout
For the world is wet and the sky isn’t blue
But the one thing the rain can’t wash out is you.

You may ask what I see in her.
Oh, dearie, "let me count the ways".

Unlike every other person I have met
They've swarmed right past my mental bug net
But she is a catch right through and through
So I'll explain how these feelings are simply so true.

Unlike every other person I have met
She's not made of plastic, this beautiful brunette
She's got the life of real surrounding her every move
And to nobody on Earth does she have that fact to prove.

Unlike every other person I have met
She's not afraid of dirt or working hard in sweat
Her slim figure is a dagger in the eyes of fake
And she never fails to dazzle me in the stunts that she would make.

Unlike every other person I have met
Her smile pierces through what barriers I set
So I'll change my ways to what they should be
So long as she wants to stay here with me.

Just like every other person I have met
Some other girl puts me off and feels to me a threat
But she made me feel human through the bone and the skin
And on darkest black days, she always makes me grin.

What gets you to look at yourself in the ******* mirror?
Perhaps the face looking back is the one I've seen too
But yet, it is different, because I know more than what you do
How his own face was drained everyday
And I had to see him in such terrible dismay

What ails you and plagues you to be such a fiend?
I see you like a beast with your claws and talons cleaned
Perhaps it is I who is in the wrong
But you can dance and sing your ****** song
Cause what you do and what you bring
Is no bell ain't never worth to ring

What drives your motives in your smart little head?
To think he'd rather be wanting to be DEAD.
He said he wanted to kick your fat behind
And I really wanted to do it too
Perhaps I'm angry and vicious like all the rest of you
But you ******* out there seen nothing so far
And I'll push you swimming through some heated tar
Just so you can feel what he felt
By being hung from the leather of a precious little belt.

It hit me like a brick to the face
How couldn't it?


Like whispering winds suddenly stirred
And my vision became thickened and blurred
Letting my hearing become one with the water
For the drops drip forever, forever becoming hotter
The twangs from the neck echoed throughout the ground
Letting itself be heard and recognized through each precise sound
And the sheer ecstasy created from the random places
Made on the several accounts of each sweaty faces
Let me surrender to the liquid floor
As I fall onto the wide open door
With the cascading abilities of one and within
This epic guitar solo stays right where it's been.

I don't know if I got what it takes
To be as talented as her.
I don't know if I got what it makes
To sing as soundly as him.

I don't know if my fingers know
Where the strings on the guitar are
I don't know if I'll be as famous as him
When I'm in my bedroom doing nothing.

I don't know if people will care for this poem
When it isn't even as good as yours
I don't know how long it will trend
If it even will, anyway.

I don't know if I'm playing with fate
Or if love is the way to go
I don't know if the dream is correct
Or if it's just one big mistake.

We've known each other for countless years
We've shared our happiness, joys and fears
But even with all that, something is amiss
When she smiles at you, my demons start to hiss
Cause our brotherhood means nothing if there's a girl
That you could run off with; my heart would uncurl
And this poison that lurches forever in my night
Makes me hate the stranger I never wanted to fight.

Counting the infinite voyage of the stars
Or thinking of all the drops in the sea
And thinking of the grains of sand on mars
Shrinks my body to microscopic sizes, you see.
Perhaps I'll send a paper plane out in the sky
To watch it fly to distance galaxies of tomorrow
And maybe it'll come right back to where I lie
In my bed of restless thoughts of stress and sorrow.

I'll spill some coins into the street
And watch them tumble by
Just watching them speed by leathered feet
Brings a salty tear to my tired eye.
Because coins have journeys of their own
In the musky old worlds of talk
Once carved straight out of stone
And before people knew to walk.

All the pages in the world wouldn't confuse
What thoughts are born today
Even books created from a powerful muse
Couldn't shake what keeps to stay.
Cause once I challenged God and all
To come down from the clouds
And I stood there sweaty and slipped and fall
To my mind of bewildered crowds.

Maybe now is the time to lay down the sword
Of previous gestures and innocent dust
Maybe now is the time to strike a new chord
To create what inevitably should must.
I'm not retiring from smiles and cheer
And no longer should it be any such curse
As to be what it is to create my own course to steer
No one now has to tell me how to write my next verse.

I tell myself I’m a peaceful man
That my day is sunny and calm
That I’ll be tranquil if I can
And the future is in my palm.
But even as the hours go
Beyond the wooden clock
My anger begins to show
And rationality is out of stock.

Oh, but it’s not as bad as others.
I hear it everyday,
“He’s as stupid as his brothers.”
And I look the other way.
Perhaps it’s not as extreme
As a pessimist gothic freak
But the running or baseball team
Makes hatred come to leak.

I think that they’re wasting time
With their pointless scoreboard numbers
But look at me trying to rhyme
With passionate booming thunders.
I shouldn’t be one to spit on running
Cause the grass once belonged to me
But as long as I keep shunning
Things won’t ever stay to be.

I haven’t seen it all
Or experienced everything
Just cause I’ve hit a wall
Doesn’t mean I ought to sing.
In deepness truth inside
Of what I truly feel
Those talented people lacking pride
I’m jealous to the peel.

Before I say God is a concept by which we measure our pain
Think of the words that pour down like rain
Maybe think of the people too blinded to see
Them bumbling fools with smiles like me.

Before I rip up the Bible to be cool like my friends
Didn't God once wish for humanity's end?
But the poems that are written will do that anyway
Cause laughter is rare in this modern age day.

If you think all it takes is depression and edge
And you write about jumping off a mile high ledge
Then you aren't at all what you're seeking to be
And maybe you deserve to be hung from a tree.

After pouring your soul onto page or the screen
You're not all aware of all that is seen
For why else do you think many people are sad
If you're only writing poems of how you feel bad?

I understand what you've been through
Even if some of the stories aren't true
You wouldn't believe if I got up to shout
What poems are truly what they're meant to be about.

Make variety. Pain is a bore
To several who have already been through the door
So make a new life with your pencil or pen
And show me what it is to be happy once again.

Of thousands of cosmic floating space dust
Do the stimulations of mind games flow
For life keeps teeming and ever would must
To keep on its daunting and thrilling show
But you and I must cast aside those fears
In the loud bright noise and the garish sound
For love has eyes, but never does have ears
Keep on turning our worlds on all ‘round
Peace of mind; loving true; keep us all well
In the warm green field we seek out to play
Speak truths down my neck that ring like a bell
And we shall be as one being all day
I cannot explain what it means to me
This blooming feeling of sophrosyne.

I want to sit and play with the greats.
I want to see myself singing songs that scream my soul.
I want to write and make history in a studio.
I want to be successful, but satisfied, too.

I want to master the JOURNEY of music.
I don’t want to or care about being the best, because
Who cares if an album goes platinum and
It isn’t written by the REAL you, not
Some cracked corporate cunning conning conundrum
Cancer-causing cannibalistic contagious canary that sings songs
More plastic than the casing on a vinyl?

No, I don’t believe and won’t believe
In your censorship and your lies
Telling me that the public will hear it
If the truth is full of flies
Would God be glad if you wrote that down?
Would your parents get angry and sue?
But I wrote them from what was hiding
In a basement filthy stew.

No, I don’t believe and can’t believe
In red stained glasses on brick
But those bullets they flew that day
To a shattered mind they stick.
Should I carry on the journey now?
Is it a burden worth to hold?
But I’ve got to keep the people happy
Cause a Grammy’s worth just like gold

Yes, I do believe and should believe
In the power of a sound-filled disc
The power of a musical drug
With no added harmful risk.
You wouldn’t believe if I got up to say
That I’m living 1984
But look all around at the artists that sing
Without a chance knowing of more.

I want to be strong and careless.
I want to learn more about learning more of myself.
I would like to be a member of the Plastic Ono Band
But the dream is over, and new bands start today.