I am frightened like a child lost upon a day trip
And angry, vengeant upon who I do not know

O, but I am no calm saint of a man!
For there is a surge and a storm in my gut
It spins and roils, this queasy gyre
Circling my hate and my love and all the anguish and fury of the seas!


And my fingers they tremble with the potent rage of apocalypse wind!
My arms pulse with sickening static by
The lightning pounding through my veins

And I wail and sway and groan
As if I were casting a hex upon the entire world

This lyric is for no one
No one who stood courageous
Upon the inferno of our world

For no one who laughed when they beat Rodney King
No one stood silent and said 'well that's just a shame'

For no one who watched the boy become a man
No one who didn't doubt him when he said 'I think I can'
No one to give him bliss blanket of advice
Who wasn't there to tell him how to not waste his life

And for no one who suffered in the alleyways of Skid Row
No one weeps for the ****** face down in the snow
No one who says 'I don't want to know, I didn't know'

This lyric is for no one in particular
No one who sobs to herself in the night
No one who cuts her wrists after mom and dad fight
No one gives her a hug saying 'it's okay, it's alright'

This is for no one who sees outside their world
For no one cares about whats inside the girl
This is for no one who cares for the disturbed boy
Dreaming,
Screaming his angry young years away

No one to tell in memory of my love
Who conquered my Earth and sky above

Instead this is for no one who stood by
Watching the happy and the sad float by
For no one wants to lie and stare at the ceiling and cry
Or die

This is in memory of no one in particular
For no one who did nothing doesn't deserve anything.

Oh tree to my right how you mirror the left
Tree on the left, with great vigor you grow
When waters run dry, your roots search below
To the ends of all branches; lush fruits like Eden
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right what phantom did come
Yielding fruit no more; nor vivid leaves to sway
All branches have ceased, no more but a stump
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my left so valiant, so true
A whip of your branch & firm grip of the wind
To the right, one seed you give; let life grow anew
Solitude tis as fire bound for a tree, a simple truth to all
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right; look, now you're grown
As was, now are; from the tree to the left came your rebirth
Teeming with life & beauty displayed
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind

A grand moment when TacoBell opened in 1962
Great multitude of folks spent all day in the loo.

Nine in mind when thinking of intuitive

Intelligence honed, ‘swhen finger pressed pen
Narrowed of folks, lest one grasps thee ant
*** for tat induced, Anatol did conceive
Unsolder misfortune; twas this you lost heart?
Iambics in poets, well known from the Greeks
Treaties raised high, nations rise higher
Introvert dig deep, tis best; never lose sight of ones antipode
Versatile ‘twill  mold you, to truth will it lead
Eyes fixed on all creatures, tis they that know best