He lives with his soul in the grave
Popping buttons - ripping blouses
Can’t resist the crave

Loving in the shadows
Preying in the light

Bubbling with laughter
While the world burns beneath him.

Honey forget your dread
Slip and slide those hands all over
All over - want that fire lit

Get that fire lit
Take me hard
Take me down

The words exploded
They raked at his insides
And ripped their way out

There he goes laughing
At the shards of tears
And glint of ****** streams.

An empty hospital bed
The race of those two drops outside the window
The growl of tires on the gravel
Fading though
As those lines etch themselves into the face of the people
And those rivers and potholes carve through the crust of our universe

That blank stare as love fades from your gaze
And this empty room
And this space – suddenly so much bigger –
What happens now?
What happens when I don’t even feel
Like wondering?

And we forget everything about ourselves and have to find our
Relationship to others
But through ourselves
In other words, how do we find ourselves alone in the dark?
Well we feel
And I feel through art.
So stop poking and prodding
And just try to let it fill you
Like it does me with anything you can feel, anything at all.

My lonely voice wobbles out
Into the Universe to find you
In the seeping darkness.

As our world crumbles and the tears fall
With our skies
Their edges eroded by these
Cages they pretend we can fly out of

But then I look to you and you listen to me
And together
The system can't break us
Kirara - oh- we're wild childs at heart
And they ain't gonna bring us down no more

We'll fly to that mountain peak over there
And then taunt gravity after we launch without the plummet
And take out over those billowing clouds and roiling sea

But we don't care anymore,
Cuz we're free!

Until then though
We pray
That the Universe hand us aces instead of the jokers we've been getting

And philosophy and reflect and become buddhas
While staying Edward Scissorhands by all appearances and feelings...

Oh my darling
Desperation makes a poet
Of even the court jester.

If only such a power were ours
We would rule the world
And not only in our minds.

I'm angry and I want the world to know it!!!!
So that's why I write,
Because the kids they die
And the people don't stop shooting
And the bullet holes
Blossom - toxic red flowers -
In the mother's chest as she rushes to her baby
And falls short

As he screams and squalls no longer
Oh and then they sing about the drugs the money the *** the jaded

When ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS LOOK AT THAT

No use to shake them
The world burns around them

They say to you be who you are
And yet all of these nets and traps
And tests they set to watch you fail

The only way to get out
Is to put up your own
And rise above
As you step on those
Who suffer at the whip of your tongue
And the lash of your words.

They say the witty, the clever
Survive.

And they certainly do.
Being survivors of a different kind,
Of the subtle knives
No one looks for as they turn around
To face the oncoming train,
Forgetting to step off the tracks
And glance behind them.

It's been a while
No more words
Amazing the effect that has

I don't care
I won't be crushed

No, I won't.
But isn't that the tragedy of it all?

How all of this world spins on games
And sassiness
Money and irony
Along with ***** skills.

All of that is great
But it builds these walls so high

You think they've gone down
Till you bleed your head on the sharp bricks
As they fall, heavy, into your lap
Staining you skin and your clothes

As it seeps into you
Then grinds you back into the ground
Back into your home

But I don't want to go!
And on goes the grinding sound of those walls
Coming ever closer

With control.

Well he wonders and he blathers
And finally I decide
And he goes sure

And everything is good
Then he speaks his mind

And the indiscriminately honest
Becomes what you don't mind hearing

Until later,
When you realize
That a free pass has been secured
At your expense

So soon now
Things will fall into place
Because nobody can wait forever
And nobody wants to wait long.

I am one of the many
So I am sending out a warning
A message for whoever chooses to listen

And deserves to understand it.