surely I must realize
this is all about deceit
the buildings fall, I've seen it all
insert, press play, repeat
the shadows from our future
fall on the gentle and the meek
the buildings fall, we've seen it all
insert, press play, repeat
surely you must realize
this will all lead to defeat
the buildings fall, you've seen it all
insert, press play, repeat
its all been read and seen and heard
there is no one left to meet
the buildings fall, I've seen it all
insert, press play, repeat

We as the United States generate hate
by overstepping our bounds
moving our military into other nations
The real root cause to drill oil in the ground
Cause we need oil to move
our economy - so we ignore
other countries rights to autonomy
Because we're America bringing freedom
to the world - yes please understand
We'll help out Libya and Iraq but
not Rwanda or Sudan - its the American plan -
We bring freedom if you've got something for us
So please adore us, give us
your natural resources - then we'll
destroy your country and be its only
recourse - we use force to get
what we need even if it means
making more die and bleed -
so cut the real TV feed and let
the American media propaganda proceed

only the soles of my
feet are still here
the rest of me is up in the air
and if I jump
I disconnect
then I'm somewhere else
just the ***** of my feet
and the tips of my toes
hold me here against the tide
that goes
around and through me and
past my home
in me and over me
as I stay sunk like a stone
toes curl and carpet cling
to wood
while I jump, disconnect,
and land back where I stood

The cracks in the tile, the foam
on the glass, coalescing iotas,
joined jots, and I see your face.

Mis-en-scenes of sweat, alone
in my room at morning, the
second time I've seen your face
today, and I want to leave some
on my chest.

This is for you. This is for you
And it's all I'll ever be.

So have me taste you - and
consume me. And glut over the
sinewy linings of my edges. Let
moments on the insidde of my
eyes. Show me.

So have me feel you - and splinter
me. And love me til I shatter.
Let me watch, as hands that smell
of honesty and your roughness
press knuckles into my thighs
and bruise them. Show me.

So have me worship you - and
condemn me...

Have me a heresiarch of human
days. Grand me an opprobrium
from sense. Let the scars
that I be you to place upon
me never fade back into the
ideas of my flesh.
Show me, and please, show me
that I'll see your face not
only in the small, but in the
larger death for want.

There once was a boy named Nick
Who wrote a great limerick
It didn't match rhyme scheme
Had improper meter
But it wasn't ***** either

I am warm my hands are
flowing to the rhythm

Sometimes my feet can't stay
on the ground I begin
to float in the air and there
is a high pitched ringing
and everything turns orange
and pink and I
am held BY ALL of the
many vectors that intertwine
this chair with those trees

But I am okay I just
need to touch the ground
so I can sit down
and read my book