You mean if I don't go extinct,

I guess I'm free,

as free as anyone is in this world,

with Destiny glaring at me from her Window,

Her eyelids fluttering in anticipatory teases,

and yet to flirt with her is to invite Doom into your pocket,

Even if she does gaze the glance of her blessing on you,

your date with her is, ultimately, set

the supper is bitter, and her wine that which lulls in the sleep of the ages,

until thence, she changes tables, and woos another suitor.

we all must have that sour meal with her sitting quaintly across, smiling demurely, yet knowingly,

So, until the time comes to sit at her table, wrest free from her shackles the very smallest bits of will

tho it make her jealous, her envy 'tis thus of you still.

No Time machine

Can save me now

I can forgive you

For lying and cheating

For breaking my soul

But I can’t forgive the fool

After so many chances

Who still failed, walked away

Tried so hard, just to let it go

And old friend I haven’t

Seen in years

Came to me in a nightmare

said, “what about now?’

I said 90, no 80 percent

And knew I was lying

Even in my sleep, my dream

I know that it is me

That I cannot forgive

This failure haunts me

This nightmare awakens me

To what I already know

All the worse

Is the dichotomy, presently

That if I were the fool I was then

I’d be happier now

And if I was the man I am now

I’d have been happier then



That if I were the fool I was then

I’d be happier now

And if I was the man I am now

I’d have been happier then

Can’t be who I need to be when I need to be them

Like I said

No Time machine

Can save me now

The definition of too late

Nothing I can change

Will ever make it right

Somehow nothing I do

Will take the currently

Empty, aching, singular

Point in side my mind

And fill it with you

Obedient and so well trained,

And I’m a stray,

It’s a shame,

Maybe I like it that way…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



All you have gained,

All that’s gone away,

It’ll cost you your name,

Yet you haven’t had to pay…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



I’m paid up with my pain,

Come whatever may,

I’m through with the game,

That meets ends everyday…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



I’ve spent time insane

Paid the bill on the due date,

Put the receipt in a frame,

And hung it as a light to show the way…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



Too much on my brain,

I should leave it where it lay,

With whip and chair I tame,

With lip and air I pray…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



So many things have changed,

Since back in the day,

So much is the same,

And all that I have to say…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



There is a time,

On both sides of Midnight,

When it’s not late

And it’s not early

There is a time,

On both sides of Midnight,

When it’s not evening

And it’s not morning

There is a choice,

On both sides of Midnight

One is happiness

The other sorrow

There is a grey area

On both sides of Midnight

Where it’s not quite today

And not yet tomorrow



Circling the drain,

I’m earning my pay,

I sense that I’m lame

Paralyzed by the weight…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



I’m feeling the strain,

Of this day to day,

Of this same old same

All work and no play…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



I guess I’m dry in the rain,

Just getting-by, Okay,

At least I remember all the names,

Of those I don’t betray…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



So now you can claim,

It will be used to sway,

If you’ve got your fame,

They’ll believe every word you say…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



You take the champagne,

Right off of the tray,

You’re not to blame,

You wouldn’t feel guilty anyway…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



It’s not like you’re vain,

Or that you’ve got to have your way,

Or that you came,

From some privileged cliché…



                    I’m happy for you anyway



There is a time,

On both sides of Midnight,

When it’s not late

And it’s not early

There is a time,

On both sides of Midnight,

When it’s not evening

And it’s not morning

There is a choice,

On both sides of Midnight

One is happiness

The other sorrow

There is a grey area

On both sides of Midnight

Where it’s not quite today

And not yet tomorrow

There are teeth in my ears

Chewing and swallowing

Grinding when I’m sleeping

To digest everything I hear



There’s a tongue in my eyes

I lick at you from across the room

It all tastes like your smile

Your hand, your hair, your thighs



Your scars keep bad omens away

…and I am one of them



You were a child when I saw you last

When you thought you were alone with him

If the water under the bridge is passed

Then why can’t you seem to find ways to sink or swim

He’s just a ******* just waiting to happen

You’re a coupon kitten stranded out on a limb

It’s the surest sign that you need to be alone at last

But I just can’t sit by and let allegory do you in

You were a child when I saw you last

And you will be a child when I see you again



Your scars keep bad omens away

…and I am one of them



There are nails in your boredom

Rusting and creaking

Holding fast while you’re awake

Pay your dues as long as you can afford them



There are coffins in your mind

You keep your dead thoughts lying there

They are all pale like your smile

Your hands, your hair, and your thighs



Your scars keep bad omens away

…and I am one of them



You were a child when I saw you last

When you thought you were alone with him

If the water under the bridge is passed

Then why can’t you seem to find ways to sink or swim

He’s just a ******* just waiting to happen

You’re a coupon kitten stranded out on a limb

It’s the surest sign that you need to be alone at last

But I just can’t sit by and let allegory do you in

You were a child when I saw you last

And you will be a child when I see you again



Your scars keep bad omens away

…and I am one of them

I can’t remember exactly when I met her

But I do remember how she had to tell me about her

Gentle daughter at home somehow warning me,

Her smile could only be partial



He was an abomination that made me wonder how there

Could have ever been a she and he to bring about this young life

He believed in everything that never should even be considered

I could not push my fist into his face hard enough

All the bones at the bottoms of the rivers

Piling up under the bridges

All of the grief and lonely shivers

Washing out from the land to the seas



All of the mothers and sons in their caskets

For father’s ammo and daughter’s lies

All the babies placed in rivers in baskets

With hopes for their futures and tears in their eyes



The suffering fools can’t be accountable

Their fates stand on the edge of a knife

The suffering fools won’t be available

They don’t last long in the world of lies

I suffer the fools not gladly, but solemnly

It breaks my heart that I’m not on their side

I’m suffering fools and I can’t be responsible

I’ve had to suffer fools all of my life



From the desert of the mediocre, aggressive and arrogant

An oasis of sincerity is what I have sought

All this time I’ve put up with ignorance

to deny my merely rational thoughts



Each of the myths that was meant to save us

A foundation of sorrow and hopeless consent

What can be done with satyrs and saviours

By now no one knows what they really meant



The suffering fools can’t be accountable

Refusing to give, but eager to take

The suffering fools won’t be available

And decline to shift even for their own sake

I suffer the fools not gladly, but shamefully

It breaks my heart to know what’s at stake

I’m suffering fools and I know it’s disgraceful

        But I’ve suffered all the fools that I can take

What can I do?

I don’t have another thing to think
about these things that I see
You don’t let yourself love me,

I have a garlic heart
Fragrant and strong
But only after it’s crushed
then what can I do?

it will regrow and the odor flows
through this red sauce inside me
This funny fluid that flickers from inside
Whenever you’re on my mind,

Then what can I do
I don’t have another me to be
Only this lover that you see
And you can’t ever love me

I have a Velcro heart,
Don’t get your soft side too close,
Or I’ll get stuck on you
my hooks in your loops

I don’t know what I can do
I don’t have another me to be
Only this lover that you see
And you shouldn’t ever love me

My heart is the cart before the horse
And I get carried away
greasing the squeaky wheels of course

My head is the horse before the cart
And I get carried away
on the squeaky wheels of my heart

  What can I do?

I don’t have another thing to do
Only these things that you see
You don’t let yourself love me…