Blood and Vice
A
Misunderstood symbol
For
A
Hand dipped in wine chilled with ice
My heart
And her eyes
Are both busy
Beating
Paths to our minds
While we...
Divine

The feeling is so empty inside I think I
Am feeling numb
With this desperation turns your heart inside out of your soul
I try to imagine the cold tears falling from my cheek
They never come
My heart is sore from beating drums
I don't know who I am anymore, or what I'm running from
Every piece of my memory takes it it's toll on me
Like a cancer I can't see
Shrinking me and shrivling me away
Where theres no more lucky coins laying on the floor
Losing yourself means losing everything  
And more
The words can't tell you where I am
Or where I've been
Just my hands
And these sins
A calvry of man
Hating men

New York City Glamour is a sedentary dream
Cancel your life
Start again
Ask for more
When will it ever end?
No more dreams in the night
More and more shadows for my life
No one ever sleeps
No one ever dreams
This is life now it seems

My armor and arm and a roar
Tumbling down the mountain
Mouths sewn shut
    We just need to listen.  
No moral compass could have you brought here
But we have bared our own tears
  Mouths sewn shut
But we refuse to listen
Bludgeon pestilent leviathans with
Mouths sewn shut
It's time they listen to us

Cannabis Cannabis
Are you my friend?
We've  been asking this question
Since who knows when

From the bedroom
To the bathroom
To the den,
Sitting out on the porch
Or out on the back deck
Out by the cactus
Out in the pasture with the brook running through it
Or in
The redwoods ecstatic in the moving fog
With the walls closing in
To the poetry within,
Contentment, lethargic exhaustion, anxiety, with the music moving,
self consciousness exquisite,
ego disintegrating
Remembering, forgetting,
Remembering
Back again
Oh, cannabis cannabis
Are you my friend

We've had the dance
I can't deny
From stems and seeds
To Humboldt flower dispensary
Many stops in between

You've played with my mind
Sometimes I wonder who I would have been

Cannabis, oh cannabis
Are you my friend? (Old friend).

His heart is still lost in the glittering of the rain
The billows of smoke would never hide it from his soul oh but
The tears would flow
The memory remains
His answer to a life bereft of profit
Is the answer to all his questions just the same