O My God!  As I yanked on the rod,
I knew I had one chance!
Wouldn't let this big fish get away!
Oops, I caught your pants!

The tread on yer shoes aint there.
The tread on yer shoes aint there nowhere.
Worn out beyond compare, the whole pair,
so you slipped off yer **** and fell down the stairs!
Ya hollered and yelled the moment ya fell,
but no one came to help!
A loud KABOOM, but no one in their rooms
could even hear ya yelp!
It rained that night ya stepped outside
to a nasty tumbling blunder!
Cuddled up, cozied up in our beds
cause we all just thought it was thunder.

Stomp Stomp Stomp like an old wet mop,
you was mad as a hornet's nest!
Had to sit through what happened to you,
and you made sure of it!
Said you was out there just a cryin for help,
while everyone just stayed put.
You reminded us again of what happened to you,
then bent over and showed yer ****.

Not sayin that this matter is a funny disaster.
But seein that yer fine, don't mind the laughter!

Better go get new shoes today,
or this might happen again.
Land on yer **** like that, I say,
and you might just break yer chin!

The Knock-Knock Man.
I'm the Knock-Knock Man.
When you're upset I can lend a hand,
cause the Knock-Knock Man is who I am.

When your luck's gone down,
and got you feelin' blue,
I'll say "Knock-Knock."
and you say, "Who?"
You'll get the joke once you understand,
no one ever laugh's with the
Knock-Knock Man.

Soft as clouds of tranquility,
flowing with notes of sweet melodies.
This pipe of mine's an escape from reality.
Music never sounded so heavenly.
Dreams are exhaled from the life
     of my lungs.
Faintly they're heard, in whispers they're sung,
with the chiming of bells, distantly rung.
My heart know's the words.
    It just can't teach my tongue.

Night time, where whispers in my mind
make it hard to fall asleep.
Inclined, it's Time I seek to find.
I've left so much behind.  I'm in too deep.
Shadows dance and keep my glance,
as I lay here wide awake.
Tossing, turning in my bed.
All my thoughts hiss like a snake.
Counting sheep to fall asleep
just doesn't work for me.
With all these whispers whispering,
the rain's my remedy.
  My soothing melody.

I'm not a huge addict.
I'm really only addicted
  to one thing...
The first time.

If there's a baboon and there's a buffoon,
a tangle it always takes two.
Put them together and what have you got?
Two bibbidi-bobbidi-*****!
If they're in a room, you'll hear a KABOOM!
The whole house will become a zoo!
Cause you put together what I said do not!
Two bibbidi-bobbidi-*****!

They're constantly slammin doors!
Sounds like someone brought in a horse!
Stompin and hoppin and ploppin and droppin,
two bibbidi-bobbidi-*****!

If there's a baboon and there's a buffoon,
a tangle it always takes two.
Put them together and what have you got?
Two bibbidi-bobbidi-*****!

Fabric and strings,
I'm sick of these things
that smother my face
and muzzle my screams!
What are these things
I hate you might ask?
Just give me a match,
I'll burn up my mask!

Again, as I wonder what life is about,
it'd seem the fighting never ends.
The war flames keep burning, inside and out.
Over, all around me they ascend.
Here as I'm crying out, with a heart sick with hate!
Do you still see me as your friend?
Time is running out and I cannot just wait!
For against myself I can't defend.

I remember once when I was young, looking out into the sunset
and thru the sky a long stretched line was spread, the tail of a jet.
Beautiful.  Purple.  Orange.  Red.
I remember staring off, trying to imagine myself standing on the horizon's edge.
I thought, what magical wonderful things could there be beyond the end?
Is there anything beyond the horizon?

Now I'm older, as I see that line's been like a rainbow to me.
It still reminds me it's here.
Fades away when I get near.
It's not as beautiful, regrettably so.
Guess there's something sublime about things we don't know.
Perhaps life is that way, when the horizon is gone.
We just can't see, but it also goes on.

Higher than their towers as he stands upon the sea,
in the final hours of all humanity.
With seven crowns of power he's ruling as their king,
and with the False Messiah, they'll try and ruin everything.
A lion known to some, he's roaring mighty loud,
and all the ones who follow him can hear no other sound.
This Dragon often told before will scale the world round,
and gather them together to battle for the crown!

Those who look for signs won't see them,
if they don't believe.
The False Messiah will mislead them,
if they're quick to be deceived.
And the Dragon will be laughing at all he holds in vain,
devouring their souls, 'till nothing else remains!

Over all the water, ruling over all the lands,
over Babylon the Great the mighty Dragon stands!
His seven heads are crowned with the kingship over Man,
with the nations at his feet and the world in his hands.
As a serpent in the garden, he'll trick you to forget
the True Messiah's coming!  There's no reason to repent!
As the Father to the Lie, his only compliment's
a world cursed to die, as that's all he represents!

Those who look for lies will find them
if they don't realize,
the False Messiah, he will guide them
to the desires of their eyes.
And the Dragon will be laughing as they all cry his names,
for their torments everlasting, they'll cast on him their blames!

Over all the lands of a planet called Earth,
over all its waters, over all its dirt.
There stands the Seven Headed Dragon, as foretold in the Word,
that many didn't care for and very little heard.
As a leader into death, he'll lead you to war,
and though you won't understand what you're fighting for.
If we live by the sword, we must be prepared to die by the sword.
For even the Dragon's a pawn, by the hands of the Lord!

Those who look to live as if
they'll be dead in the morn,
they live just for today
because their future's are torn.
And the Dragon, he is laughing as he's breathing his fire
into their hearts, all their burning desires!

One head crowned with authority.  It's name is herald, "LUST!!
Another one with the name, "GLUTTONY!!" is looking down on us.
The third head staring down right at me, I hear the name of "GREED!!"
"COME TO ME ALL YE WHO SLOTH!!" calls the fourth one evilly.

"TO ALL WHO WANT A ****** BATH, HEAR MY VOICE,
     FOR I AM WRATH!!"
"AND ALL WHO WANT TO BE JUST LIKE ME, I'LL GIVE YOU
     EVERYTHING YOU ENVY!!"

And there are some who run and hide, but still get eaten up
     by the jaws of "PRIDE!!"

Seven sins in all of Babylon, standing proud up until it's gone!

"GET OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE OR YOU'LL ALL BE LOST!!"
pled the words of the Man that they nailed to the cross.
And the many more martyrs of His Great Name,
died for saying things that He'd preordained.
They died for saying that their Majesty came,
     and that He would return again.
          He will return again.
And though the Dragon will be laughing, he'll know his own time's come,
and he might try to fight, but it won't last too long,
when the Lord of the Lords and the King of the Kings
returns with the Father of Everything!
So as the Dragon, he was laughing, he was only a fool,
     as was everyone,
that gave their soul for a second to roll,
a loaded dice.
     The deal was done...  Their towers' gone.

Eyes to the Heart.
What I see is burnt.
What I think is heard.
What I know is learnt.

We wanted a society commercial free,
but we had to settle for an endless pile
of apps and ads.
We wanted to shorten the loading time,
and sped up everything else with it
in the process.
We wanted to live and break free.
Instead, we've settled for a fantasy,
because reality's not as perfect
as we'd like it to be.
But hey, that's just fine by me.

Once when I was young
for bananas I would beg,
and my mom would give me one,
cause I was just a kid.
Then one day there were some
toast and scrambled eggs,
so i broke my first banana
and saw eight scary legs!

Now I don't eat bananas,
and I don't even care.
I just stick with canned products.
Hope nothing hides in there!

Ola Crappola
Ola Kazoo!
I have a bowl a
Crappola for you!
What do you say when
you're feelin' a stew?
Ola Crappola
to Life's Number Two!

Crappola Crappola
needs to be freed.
Then comes relief,
and pain's history!
So Ola Crappola
Ola Kazee!
Do you have a bowl a
Crappola for me?

A window peeper.
'O who could it be?
A window peeper.
Are they peaking at me?

I walk into a room and suddenly,
'feels like someone's eyes
are staring right back at me!
'O who could it be?

A window peeper!
But why should I care?
A window peeper!
Just go on and stare!

I hide myself and look,
and then I see
somebody's out the window
staring back in at me! ..
with a *******?

Oh, wait a sec!  Crap!
Am I the Window Peeper?

Lucky, lucky number 3.
Put a 1 in front for misery.
If it's 7 7 7, must be heaven.
If it's 6 6 6, get your crucifix.

Statues shining ever bright
over walkways glowing white,
with souls that walked into the light,
bound there in forever night.
Statues show their daunted gaze
and keep their eyes 'this haunted I'm led,
towards the distance, passed the graves
to the House of Red.

Shadows follow as I walk,
and I feel their hands behind me.
I pray these demons that I talk
should never come to find me.
Though, when they do I'd pray be dead
that I may not know when;
for through the gates of this House of Red
I know I'll come again.

Footsteps follow towards me
from the House of Red,
as footsteps go on from me
to the doorstep where I'm led.
Following I wonder,
Am I already dead?
Perhaps I'm resting underneath
this unhallowed House of Red.

Statues keep their eyes on me
as I walk up to the door.
There's fainted laughter echoing
from those that laugh no more.
This house is empty I can see
and it feels my soul with dread,
as I open up the door to be
inside the House of Red.

But lost inside I wonder,
What'd I leave behind?
It can't be that important
if it's no longer on my mind.
Perhaps I could've gone
another way instead.
Either way I'd come again
into this House of Red.

Once, I had a vision.  I knew I would change.
I knew that the voices were more
than just voices.
They were a calling.

I don't know where they've come from,
these feelings of the dread.
Like demons scorching me,
as these voices in my head!
People in my shadows.  To those I give my trust.
What they say behind my back
is just as good as dust.
Though I know this, I'm alone,
yet I feel this obligation...
It's as if I hear their voices,
cursing me with degradation!

Still, I am afraid.  And still, I don't know why.
"It is as we choose to be, the voices never lie."
What the voices say, all badness in my head.
I can't escape this inner hell,
these feelings of the dread!
Each day and night I'm trapped
as I think about my friends;
Of where our paths shall lead us,
when this road should come to end.
These thoughts that dwell inside me,
these voices in my head;
All wicked and such dreadful thoughts.
When will all this end?

I stir and wake within my sleep,
this nightmare as it haunts me.
The voices in my head grow more,
cursing as they taunt me!
With rage that boils deep inside,
sometimes I just break;
As my eyes go red, my mind berserk,
and common sense is blank!

It's been a while since that's happened,
since that day I went insane,
when I'd blocked against my father's hand
and sent him back some pain!
That memory, that vision, that nightmare
in my head!
That  VOICE  that keeps on calling me
with these thoughts so full of dread!
I can't break free, my soul is tied,
though I know that I must live.
I don't know why, I mustn't die.
I've something I must give.

One day, someday, maybe soon
I will not think as much,
and waste away this life I have
on small things of the such.
At times I see, at times I don't,
the life that I am missing.
Just flush away the life at hand,
with all this time I'm *******.

It angers me to know and see,
and still to take the bait;
To escape for just a second more,
and forget the things I hate,
but wait...
For a short time had it lasted,
to be free of all this stress;
At times I still feel good inside,
but still I am a mess.

The voices grow in number,
calling me to die;
To see the darker sides of things,
spewing forth their lies.
The voices taunt and whisper,
showing me the bad.
They recall of my insanity,
and of my poor old man.

For as long as I have love,
and as long as I have hope,
I will fight to block them out,
and with these feelings cope...

"But what's the point in loving,
for feelings all depressed?"
spat the voices with their badness,
I shall never find my rest...
Yet the voices cloud away
as I smoke another bowl.
I've been high as hell all day,
but I haven't reached my goal.

More of me than one mind.
More of me than one heart.
More of me than one soul.
Less of me, just one part.
Love is good.  Love is bad.
I can't decide if I'm happy or sad.
If there's more of me than one,
than perhaps I'm just mad.
Crazy to think I could finally find sanity.
I lost myself looking.  I'm my own enemy.
Who I am now is just a darker version,
of the man I once was...
Another person.
Sometimes I hate you,
and others, I don't.
I think I love you,
but I really don't know.

Life is like hanging off a ledge
above an endless drop,
and I can't stop looking down.
Love is the gravity that kills.

Awoken, lying there broken,
choking on all the dirt,
buried alive in a world of hurt...
And as I remember hearing
the laugh of the Devil,
right beside me in my hand,
right here is this shovel.

If a pen was shaper than
a sword that's made of steel,
would we understand,
or use that pen to ****?
If a word could shatter bone
as it could break a heart,
would we leave that word alone,
or carve those cursed marks?
If a war was fought for peace
that none could ever win,
would the crows all share a feast
on another day again?
If a mind was brighter than
a brain designed to ****,
could a heart be stronger then
the power of its will?
If a pen was sharper than
a sword that's made of steel,
would we understand,
and use that pen to heal?

Dungeons and dragons and horses and wagons.
What you imagine is your fantasy.
Adventures of magic.  Some happy, some tragic.
Whoever the hero, it's your time to be!

in  D & D!  Let us go play an RPG!
Let's forget about reality!
No responsibilities!

No chores to do here,
we eat and drink brewed beer;
I have this scepter you call a broom.
Don't look with your eyes dear,
O' just open your mind clear;
Open the sky wide, take flight from this room!

in  D & D!  Let us go play an RPG!
Let's forget about reality!
No responsibilities!

There are forces that can't be stopped.
Endless eternal spinning that can't be reversed.
Eyes of the past that can't see the future.
Would they know what they miss?
Home.  Home is a place in the heart.
The greatest thing we all have in common.
Home.  Where peace and love resides.
There should never be hate.
Though, sometimes it finds its place.
It can't be helped, if not for Grace!
Not mine.  I could only destroy it.
Even if my intentions are good.
There are forces at work I can't comprehend.
Where's the spinning circle start?
Was it made, or is it always?
There's a good answer for that.
In time.  Life is absorbent of everything,
with every emotion conveyed from birth to death.
In one's own mind, his thoughts shape his being.
Imagine how many pages have been scribed
since the day the art was born.
To write one's own thoughts.
Imagine a book that shared the secrets of life.  Of the cosmos entirely, and beyond.
There are just some forces that can't be stopped.
And Love is the calming wave of an endless and angry ocean.

As the world turns
and the sun is dying,
we can only mourn,
as we keep on trying.
Denying that we're doomed,
as the world suffers,
and hope it's one day made new,
to wake and take off these covers!

But it's no dream, it's real!
I know what I see and feel!
And with the world at war,
it's just ourselves that we ****!

And as it seems it's done,
and that the curtain is drawn;
Once the temple's collapsed,
the spirit is gone -
To the far and beyond,
at the end of sorrow.
Where true peace is found,
I'll be there tomorrow!

At the exit of sorrow!
At the end of hate!
Right at the gates of Love,
that's where Mercy waits!

There was this guy
who'd gone to see his brother.
It'd been a month,
but they still missed eachother.
They liked to eat,
their hunger had no measure,
'till the guy said,
"I've gotta watch my blood pressure."

And so his brother replied,
"You'll be alright.
Just take a note from me.
And sit on down,
so I can tell you a couple things.
I'm not a doc,
but I've got my PHD...
and it's still hot,
my potatoes, ham and dumplings!"

When you're happy your face is bright.😃
When your'e cryin, it looks a fright.😫
When you're angry, your face gets tight.😖
It makes a look like it's goin to bite!😬

Wash your face in the water.
Close your eyes and think.
You're gone somewhere
  to a far away land.
You're not at the bathroom sink.

To all who's in doubt, and full of sorrow.
There's none guaranteed today,
  nor tomorrow.

Tired.  Alone.  Dried up.  Stone.
Small.  Grown.  Alive.  Bones.
Spring.  Trees.  Glow.­  Alive.
Winter.  Freezing snow...  Survive.
Gone.  Renewed.  Different.  Trust.
Alive today.  Tomorrow, dust.
Resurrected.  Remade.  Restored.
Reborn.
Imperfected.  Asha­med.  Scorned... Torn.
Chains.  Money.  Drugs.  ****.
Pain.  Love.  Soul.  Mourn.
­Peace.  Rest.  Deep.  Breath.
Thoughts flicker...  Asleep...  Death.

Help!  Help!  Please!  Leave!
Get up!  Get up!  I can't breathe!
Your gonna break all four of my feet!
I'll burst and collapse right under your seat!
I can feel my structure getting weak!

"Man, this chair sure does squeak!"