She never had a diamond
To grace her small left hand,
No sapphires or anything
Except her plain gold band,

No sparkling jewels of any kind
No precious stones or pearls,
Although she had one ruby
Her fourth straight baby girl,

She must have wanted riches
For 'tis natural to prefer,
But she settled for her babies
Who were shining jewels to her,

The only carats
dad was able to buy
Were on the dinner table,

Food for three square meals as well
So her only rings were the dinner bell.

I climbed to the top of the persimmon tree
To look into the eyes of God
But all I could see was the Moon staring back
So I figured that He was a fraud

I wept and I and screamed late into the night
This surely must be a mistake
Do I wait till I’m met by the reaper’s hand?
No, that’d be much too late

“If I jump right off of this tree,” I said to the wind
“I know I will meet my demise”
“But I just can’t resist knowing my fate,
And the color of the watcher’s eyes”

I fell to the world like a shooting star
My impact would be so profound
What wonder, what magic, would I soon learn of?
As soon as my head hit the ground

I feel the air vanish as I met Earth’s embrace
Into arms of soil I lay
For my sleep and dreams will never compare
To the mystery I solved on this day

Darkness, darkness, is all I see
In every direction and more
Silence, Silence is all I hear
From within God’s bedroom door

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.

New boy.
New charm.
New game, new arm.
New chase.
New dream.
A brand new me.
New love.
New lust
New future
New trust
New happiness
New karma
New promises
New drama
New things
New steps
New plans
New mess
New crowd
New everything starting now.

Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how

One train leaves Santa Fe going east at seven eleven
destination's unknown and the speed is irrelevant
Another leaves Boston at eight twenty five
We know when it left. When will it arrive?

If eighteen percent aboard are practicing Christians
and twenty eight percent are worshiping Krishna
what percent will be spared when the trains have collided?
Which subset will have a better chance of survival?

If there are five homosexuals with their life partners
and thirty two fundies with hate signs and markers
What are the odds that of the forty-two mentioned,
that ten gay folks survive.  Was it divine intervention?

If you factor and account for wind speed and sun
If you double check your figures (and carry The One)
Are those who climb from the wreckage unharmed
more righteous than the ones who lie dormant and calm?

How long will you stare silently at the equation
searching for a solution that leads to salvation?
When all is said and done at the end of the day
There are no survivors, so says F=ma