Where are the heroes
  From days of yore?
Remain do the arch foes,
  They fought before.
Still here the cold,
  Still here the heat.
Gone the valiant old,
   But not from defeat.
Were they abhorred
   Or did they die?
Or were they absorbed
   Into a lullaby?
And though songs like these,
   Keep us as babes sedate.
Grow old and thus appease,
   Cruelties grow and virtue abate.
But in random saintly moments,
   Recall youth unconscious thus.
And melodies not sang to us since,
   Awaken heroes still in us.

Wake up, sweet lilly.
Don’t hang your head so low.
For the world is waiting out there
For you to let your petals show.
You have me to shower you with gifts,
And the sun to give you light.
The world is a great big place out there,
But there is no need for fright.
And for all your wayward ways of past
You sadly do atone
It feels as it shall forever last,
But you are not alone.
You have those who planted, and those who cared,
And those who look upon you each day.
They looked with awe, for what they saw,
They had no words to say.
So don’t deprive the world your beauty,
For soon you will regret.
For as pretty you are (which is pretty by far)
Is not close to as pretty you will get.
So wake up, sweet lily.
Don’t hang your head so low.
For I am the gardener and I have come
To help you grow, and grow.

a man danced with his shadows
on a bright and sunny day
the expression he wore was sallow
cause he couldn’t find his way
so he followed his ground-bound friend
and circles defined his trail
he found his steps at the very end
and thought that he had failed
he cursed and burst and through a fit
deeming the day a waste
but then the answer seemed to hit
and a smile crept cross his face
he figured out the reason
that his path had been so hollow
it had nothing to do with season
but who he’d chosen to follow
so now he’s changed his ways
and thus left behind his fright
he works and sings and plays all day
but he dances only at night
and instead of walking round the ground
that never takes him far
he grins, holds his head up high
and takes voyage with the stars.

feeling flurries of the past
melting on my face
mind moves through time oh so fast
as the body moves through space
looking forward beyond the void
listening hard for voices gone
whispers mixed with empty noises
join in chorus with the song
locking unlocked buried treasure
covering secrets with sacred word
logic can not be the measure
of the message that calms the herd
for stories teach and children reach
for meaning and for space
but twill only last
if we feel the past
like flurries on our face.

Google and gabble,
obsequious prattle
and remove from the room, the loom.
Take it away, to a place that will pay
and abate the resuscitated gloom
Reel the wheel and make the deal
and make sure its all for naught
Pave the way that the children shall play
in the shade when the sun gets too hot
for when the heat is arise’d,
the sun is despise’d
and makers of fur garments rail
but the skirts they get shorter
and men’s thoughts get sordid
as hormones begin to wail
but the heat it don’t last
when you’re travelin fast
with millions of miles behind
there’s more up ahead,
but surely you’ll be dead
when you get to where you’re tryin to find
runnin away when you refuse to play
and work well with others
but with those that you hate
you can truly relate
cause all men its known are brothers
so go back home
you’ve roamed to Rome
and the heat has long since passed
for youth it is fleeting
and as your heart is beating
take advantage for it shall not last

Wind the clock
Set it back
Way, way, back
Way back to times before.
Before the battle and after the war
Make it bright to see the light
Feel the pleasure
Feel the pain
Sun fades, moon wanes.
Everything stays the same
But keeps movin forward
Draggin feet on the carousel
Tryin to slow the movement.
Blind to the revolution.
The inevitable return
Closer to the end,
Closer to the beginning
Big bang, big crush
Babe in an incubator,
Old man in a respirator
Travel back to move forward
Return and arrive in the same instant
Fast or slow
As long as it moves
and doesn’t go anywhere
just don’t stop.
Crash! Break!
Break out of the circle
Fight against the tumultuous monotony
Of its suffocating embrace
Concentric circles
Drawing in closer and closer
To a cage in the middle
Walls are closing in
What is outside the circle?
Why can’t we get out?
Who are the gate keepers?
Where are they hiding?
How will we break through?
When will we be free?
Dark days and white knights
Lapping life from the doggy dish
Wearing the wind in our eyes
Think it’s a disguise
But truth is transparent
And the façade is opaque beneath
Get out of the circle
Break the line
Stand still and be delivered outside
Be free
But be wary
For outside lie perils unknown
Sanctity, Sacrifice, Solice
Found in the binding of
Saintly moments.
For it shall be
The summations  of good intentions
Which will break us out

SanITY is merely a Social constraint
A M E A S U R E M E N T of normality to which

ALL
are expected to conform.
What if we lived in a world where sanity didn’t exist?
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where every body was completely
U  R  S  R  C  E
  N  E  T   I   T  D
Where Politeness was a curse and Con form ity a sIn
To B tru lee
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to  Act and speak without                                                                        FEAR
to SPEAK with our MINDS
to LOVE UncontrolABLEy
to not be  Afraid of fear.
To encounter each proble m as  a
GLOBAL COMMUNITY
S   ev     era      l  m i   nds th  ink    inga  s        ONE

           thought
to let                 wander aimlessly like a cloud.
To be intoxicated by life.
To LOVE
To LIVE to be
HAPPY

August 8, 1999