war on war,
with millions signing deaths lease,
war on war,
what spectators call peace,
common people,
wishing death
upon shooting stars,
wishing death upon
common people
battling in war,
wishing for their ma
upon the same shooting stars

is it the soldiers, dead in war,
that you speakers are?
is it your life taken
in disagreement
of your leader?
is it your body lying
underneath the graveyard?
is it your loved ones attending
tears seeping,
while reading
your unredeeming
death ballad?

hey, mister,
i’m sure you’re looking for someone i know
i’m sure you think
you’ll see her in the distance,
flowers in her hair, free and fair,
bathing in the meadows air,
living her life of subsistence
but oh, mister,
isolation has caused
the cease of her existence

a young doll,
with cynicism of eyes turned old,
when eyelids would fall,
so would her world,
living again once they’d open
her words were unspoken
but never untold
i’m sure it is her
that you’re looking for,
but oh, mister,
your eyes are shut with precision
in this instance,
isolation has caused
the cease of her existence

i’m sure you could see her run free
oh yes i’m sure, i guarantee
the birds would sing with her above
a familiar tune by wise trees
about knowing it all
before it begun
yes a song that would teach
how life and grief always would meet,
i’m sure it is her
that you’re looking for
oh yes i’m sure now, listen
it is without resistance, mister,
that isolation has caused
the cease of her existence

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

i’d tell you a tale
of all of my life’s history
but it would all be derailed and all sound pale
in the words of my mouths contradictory
so i’ll leave you with my frail words for the cemetery;

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

when i’ll die, i’ll die artistically
candle lights, speaking words lyrically
and if youll ask me if i could go back and do it all again, if i’d make a change,
i’d say in a heartbeat
and if i did, i wouldn’t have to repeat

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

for i didn’t do it my way,
i did it life’s way
if a decision could have swayed
me in another direction,
i would be happier, in the life of my correction,
that got lost and died with life
while i waited to come back to mine

so if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

and to my life, i miss you
and to my cat-child, i miss you
and to my moms eyes, i miss you
and to my sister-child, i miss you
and to what was once mine, i miss you

i read a poster in your mind,
it said
“wanted, wanted, a strangers borrowed wife
traveling the night
with stars so bright
she got out of sight”

singing oh, that ringing,
in every starlight
darling,
your deep-in-thought eyes
could see through the skies,
but i don’t wish to kiss you
so take down the warrant
that you issued
still
i read a wish in your mind,
it says
“wanted, wanted a strangers borrowed wife
traveling the skies
in the night so bright
she died out of fright”

swinging oh, that clinging
to you like a child
darling,
the gentle touch of your hand
could seep through fingers like sand
but i don’t wish to kiss you,
so take down that warrant
that you issued
still,
i read the wish in your mind
“wanted, wanted, a strangers borrowed wife
traveling the bright,
starry night skies,
till she got afraid of heights”

Wister oh, that glister
“ya like to read, mister?”
darling,
your words so tender
could be the reason i surrender,
maybe some day you’ll speak, you sophister,
but if never,
i won’t wish to kiss you,
so take down that warrant
that you issued

the heart aches,
a lonesome numbness,
the only eyes visible,
are the ones of the ribs that caress,
and once upon a time,
the soul, the mind and heart would connect,
comfortable in the unseen shyness,
signed “we are who we are, no more no less”
visible only
for peoples blindness

a silver soul aches to be seen,
seen by the colorblindness,
and drowns in the watercolor,
watercolor of the minds kindness,
signs between breaths
“let me be heard my heart, your highness”
but visible only
for peoples blindness