Let me tell you about a pond
that's not here
It's dark, it's cool, it's alive
it's not for you
and me
Let me tell you about a pond
that's not there
It's hot, and it blows your mind
it's with you
and me
We'll stumble on our gills
to our brand new lair
munching air
and drunk with the thrills
waiting for you
and me
Let me tell you about a pond
that's not far
it's blue, it's quiet, it's lonely
it's calling you
and me
Come with me to a pond
the one nearby
It's not the same,
it's better for you
and me
We'll stumble on our gills
to our brand new lair
munching air
and drunk with the thrills
waiting for you
and me
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
leprechaun with riding cap
solitary sleeping avalanche
watch him tweeter on the edge
of fantasy round llama ranch
fall into an overture
shoot the applauding masses
wetter than the rabbits
cascading into molasses
dueling dollar and yuan
missives pointing to this guy
can't always get what you want
so shake your taxing habits
rocking and remembering
pay the peasant to do the deed
if you try some dimes
you get what you need
a lonely greta garbo hat
graces the desert dust
shining like new under the sun
pretending not to rust
hungry and thirsty,
swallow another
hollow promise smiling; laughing
see them blindly follow each other
now the bones of our distress
blowing in circles like bits of dress
and jeans the skulls and jewels
don't walk run back to save a few more
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
I cross the bridge to nowhere, in the cold, in my underwear
Intense winds push me to edges, where I contemplate ledges
Looking down, spirits swim and stare; icy waters are their lair
I levitate and meditate; medicate with mental dredges
Such mundane nonchalance; my bridge leads to idiot savants
I would be crowned their King, kindred soul of unsound meditations
We've left our lost souls unburied, unhurried to right the carriage
Take a deep breath of the ether of dregs and suppurations
Take the one whom you love, not in marriage, in ************
On the bridge, I pass a young ponce and hear echoes of "Bon Chance!"
Purple rags greet me at the gate, royal flags of highest distinction
Winking my eye, scratching my head, the dead are now forgotten
Deep in my pit, so deep I forget, a pang of extinction
In my palace of darkness, no light will shine on the rotten
In the court of fools, coarse avowals can't be washed by the fonts
So lines are drawn by idiot courtiers and indigent warriors
Cities with no regret or sorrow, tomorrow trampled to tatters
Through smoke and burnt flesh we ***** we hope to soothe the worriers
We are all Babylonians, babbling on as if nothing matters
The bridges to nowhere we cross, we cross bridges to Babylons
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
Don't mistake
misery for sincerity
disconnected
from thoughts
zoo elephant
So eloquent
can't explain
and can't love
linger
Cannabis
Caaaaaaaaanabiiis
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Lithia steals away at dawn
From this monolith of calm
No way I can control her
She holds pieces of me in her palm
She fights like a tiger
Drugged and dragged
You caged her and enraged her
There's another one you've bagged
Dragged her into your bag
She pleads in the night
The night becomes her plight
My hold on her is tentative
Listless and stringless as a kite
She fights like a tiger
Drugged and dragged
You caged her and enraged her
There's another one you've bagged
Dragged her into your bag
Lithia holds pieces of me
Lithia holds pieces of me
She's hoping for release
She's hoping for release
She cops to a plea of heart thievery
But I'm still calm and in her palm
She cops to a plea of insanity
And I'm a monolith of calm
She fights like a tiger
Drugged and dragged
You caged her and enraged her
There's another one you've bagged
Dragged her into your bag
Lithia holds pieces of me
Lithia holds pieces of me
She's hoping for release
She's hoping for release
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
(Zion Saga, Part 3)
The old man stood on a mountaintop surveying all he could see
The young man beside him looked into his eyes, yellow with age
You will go into this future land of Kings and a Queen, said the sage
My Lord says I will inherit the dirt here, not the paradise in front of me
But you are our leader, savior of our people, bringer of our laws
Is it not right that you would bring us here, into our promised land
of milk and honey, of peace and prosperity, of G-d's open hand?
You fought your weakness at the Bush, you fought for Zion's cause
You used your powerful staff to mesmerize the Pharaoh's magicians
Your faith in God was evident as you cast it's spell and ate the rods
of the Egyptian Ruler's best; and when he still would not listen, G-d's
Wrath touched Pharaoh's officials but touched not the land of Goshen
So many adventures among even a rich history before us, impelled
you to set down these elaborate tales of miracles for the Chosen Few
Those with the minds for understanding and the right to know, too
They'll see this sacred knowledge you have written; I'll protect it well
Farewell, old friend and mentor, you have led us to the promised land
We have been borne out of a rabble of slaves into a blessed nation
You, our leader, stay if you must, but new leaders, Zion may shun
I fear we may collapse without you, and return to acts G-d has banned
And one more thing, do me a small yet important favor, please
Write down everything we talked about here this afternoon
Just scribble it down anywhere in here, or the margins will do
For I will not write, and since there's just me and you ....
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
(Zion Saga, Part 2)
Sister, you know what it's like
it has more than just one purpose
it makes an evil sight, mighty
I shake it, make it wiggle, arouse your ambition
entertain you, enthrall you, quake you
eat up this inadequate competition
For you my rod can dance
for you my staff's enhanced
now come with me, baby
tonight's your only chance
I was aroused by the Bush
glorified and given the Push
now it's you who needs my push
You move with me in ecstasy
I'm seeing red as my staff I ****** upward
I hear your sighs over the rampart's falls
We've come together to another place
the intensity of our love kept us together
and my magic Rod put wonder on your face
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
A gashed and gaping pumpkin burns
emits a rancid rotting odor
greeting pre-diabetic heathens
Black cats and screeching bats
startle the littlest of the munchers
in a city decayed by blood and rust
A bridge tilted by a millimeter
lords over rushing river and splinters
struts in metal fashion before the storm
Gladiators hallucinate between concussions
Lions and christians and furry huns
leap from alleys and dumpsters and gutters
Bands play and march and dazzle
rippling brass and silver on a field
before brazen cheering plebians
Hear the song of a thousand dreams
a thousand shouts singing out of key
uncertainty brings the cacophony down an octave
Presidential box matches the drapes
Imagination finishes the vision of a short
master stroke invoking the myth of the tyrant
Setting sun on an amateur showdown
in the shadow of an errant arc
choking the last gasps from a senile warrior
Passing boredom in a controlled climate
Cringes in a backseat with no batteries
dying echoes of "are we there yet...."
Babies and mental patients despair
over loss of closeness and peace
disappeared into dystopic hysteria
Hobbits and goblins and Big Bird frolics
in a sanitized concept of Hell
among treats and smiles and winks
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
(Zion Saga, Part 1)
I, like the bush,
I burn from inside out
But do not be afraid
My spirit is an ardent flame
Listen to my essence shout
Come now, up to my plateau
Up here, where the wild ones go
You'll yearn to let your inhibitions go
And learn to let your feelings show
Look into my woody thicket
Stare into its sinewy essence
Here and now, my prickly presence
Exists only for you
I, like the bush,
Mesmerize, with smokeless flame
Analyze, saying, "YOU are to blame!"
Hypnotize, your awestruck eyes
Criticize, recreate, shed your shame
I'll send you, with a push
Red-gold, hot licks glowing
To heaven, ember angels soaring
Your soul's strength restoring
The Spirit in you, you adoring
You now, are burning alive
But you are not afraid
For a force of you I have made
You are standing on sacred ground
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
I followed your trail of tears
to the watchtower on top of the hill;
but its rampart looks inward
and it mocks your other mother's womb
It's a monument to hatred and control
It strikes the hearts of the ignorant
in a cloudless moon-filled night,
alive with exotic eyes and invisible spooks
I'll take away your confusion and fear
I'll take away your paranoia and pain
I promised a kingdom waiting for you
If you're living on pennies and prayers
I promised satisfaction tomorrow
If you're hungry tonight
And because you cry yourself to sleep
I grant you a sunrise of laughter
You'll come when I call you
I'll take away these manufactured blues,
Bask in triumph over wickedness and rules
Your kingdom is paved with my intentions;
Come meet your new boss,
kinder and gentler than the old boss
I'll take away your hate and hunger
I'll take away the rain and rage
When I was hungry I took your food
When I was thirsty I took your water
I gave you manna, the wonder of wanderings
I gave you wine, the miracle of madness
I'll choke you with smooth soft hands
I'll smother you under a ton of feathers
and with a promise to join me today
I'll leave you hanging beside my cross
I'll take away your confusion and fear
I'll take away your paranoia and pain
I'll take away your hate and hunger
I'll take away the rain and rage
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC