Watching new men die
For ideals of the old
We live we live we live
Yet die.
And for what?
Forgotten dreams of dead men
Who we found still float.
Do you understand that death is not our enemy
That our enemies aren't our ******* enemies
That that religion isn't any different from this one.
We wait for our savior to do our ugly work
To sweep these nightmares under the rug.
We watch as our brothers and sisters are *****
And drugged and killed.
We watch as our children become the rapists
The druggies and the dead
We watch as we become victims
As the world spins madly on
As love rots in or own hands
Because we watched.
How is this a world we choose to live in.
How is this a way to teach our children.
How is this our choice!
Because we don't know we have a choice
We don't know it's okay to feel
To cry
To scream
To laugh!
We don't know because it's not what we teach.
We don't know
And we won't know until we decide to help each other
When we learn to help ourselves.
Then we can teach our kids
Then we can change
Then we can choose.

when I stare
and think
All I see is your face
for some reason its always raining
and the trees are never moving,
the waters warm
but your dry.
I saw a feather fall the other day
and wondered where the bird was,
the sky was blue that day
I smiled thinking how you would
look floating to the ground,
I heard people are always asleep
when they float,
How do you sleep in the sky?

keyboards lights beer bottles paintings knives keys and things
chairs rugs walls floors speakers music air curtains wood
hammers cds paper cigarettes and misshapen dreams
that world around us
we see we see we see we see
sea **** you and me
oh please oh please
rambling for the sake of rambling
of the man who sat with a crooked smile
and broken teeth
a showers no shower with out heart
so whats the point to be clean
he lives on the street and I'm surrounded by clutter
I like the clutts of the ers
gives me reason to stay indoors on sunny days
and lose myself with imaginations of reconstructed men
who fought wars to lose wars who won battles to lose lives
who made money by losing it all
they were told what to do
these false imagined men
and they did just that cause they weren't men
but objects on the street corners
next to ******
at least ****** have jobs employed by lust
we pay them for a quick tour of our bodies
hey I say we're young explore yourself
that itch will go away
maybe
it didn't so you lived good job
tell the devil hi for me
i bet he's a fun guy
or a horned goat painted red by the blood
of the ****** and drama queens
who told stories to scare little children to do good
but that wasn't enough so we were bribed with gifts
gifts from a fat man who watched you day and night
who watched you sleep and say wether you've been naughty or nice
thats creepy
it worked
I got scared and I got anxious
they didn't mean to make me cry
but did i cry a river which flooded those imagined men
away from death into santas lap for the devil to poke with one of his horns
you pick which one
to know that you just realized how old your not
wishing you didn't wish anymore
for those gifts which made good boys and girls
momma didn't lie to hurt
so don't hurt my friends cause these words are random thoughts
unstopped by clicks and ticks from moving fingers
which just don't stop
won't stop
can't stop
will stop
stop

just go

It hurts.
"You like the sad parts of love"
It hurts.
Talking to you listening to you,
touching you living with you...
         especially living with you,
hurts.
It hurts because...
You told me I can sleep in your bed
You tell me you'll sleep in Marens,
Will I be old one day wishing I told you
'no'
That I would say
'sleep with me instead'
I don't have to kiss you,
        but I know I'd want to

He walked up to me while I was on the phone,
he had a paper bag with mystery.
The river flowed as my discomfort grew,
he waved and smiled then turned around,
he lost something in his pockets,
how deep do pockets get,
he wouldn't show me,
I don't think he could,
maybe a knife.
I've never been mugged before,
never even been in a fight,
I was anxious for aggression
but got scared so I walked away.
He never found what he was looking for
in those santa claus pockets,
I saw the blanket behind the bush,
I saw him walk to it and lay down,
he drank from his paper bag,
he wan't aggressive,
he just wanted me to leave so he could go home,
go home to forget he ever left

There was once a man,
he was short and had freckles and he had hands,
hands that crushed apples,
he'd joke and say
"I don't need blenders"
we'd laugh,
but I always thought he wasted an apple,
this man was rough,
like concrete cinder blocks,
imagine rubbing your knuckles on those,
I saw this man fly once,
his eyes were wild,
I could see his chest burning as he said
"Never let it die"
I never knew you fell as you flew.
There was once a man,
this man knew that life held you by the toes whispering
"this little piggy"
a man who told life he didn't like pigs.
He was friends with Death,
He told Death to die and Death just laughed.
There was once a man,
and this man died,
with one finger in the air and a smile on his face,
I think he said more in death than he ever said in life,
he said...
there was once a man

It's fast, the jazz that plays in the kitchen,
there's only one light on but it has three lights on it,
           pointing up,
It paints shadows on the couches,
the wax is dry but there aren't any more candles to light,
the ****** mary's still a ******,
at least the one at the table,
they turned the mary into candles for sac religious college kids,
I don't think they got them to be disrespectful
      yet still,
           we laugh.
Homework, books, lighters, and cameras.
It feels warm so I put on a sweater,
it feels like I'm being hugged,
sometimes a hugs not long enough,
but I feel wrong never letting go.
I guess the shadows hug me too,
I'm being held tonight,
I want to be held by you...
I wish the warmth and the shadows were you