<soft spoken intro>

...see your still here again,
    .....think your still welcome here?
                 ...here,
huh

Closed our mills, took our jobs, put in down our throats,
Fed us lies, took the pensions, thought we were a joke,
Media all bia's -steal my sentence, voted 'ere to revoke,
Cratering down! Cratering down the steepest *****!

We're taking you, out back and to the side,
Gonna be a genocide...

We're taking you, out back and to the side,
Gonna be a genocide...

White people,
     are raging, against,
           The Machine..

So Welcome, welcome...welcome...
      To The Machine...
            Floyd

I once woke up covered in blood on my parent's steps,
My truck was miles away on the side of the road.

We're taking you, out back and to the side,
Gonna be a genocide...

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
­
Yeah!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Na­-a-a- yeah,

Singin’ the light of *Agido!
See her likeness like the sun,
Can I praise? Can I blame her?
When winged-dreams come undone…

Singin’ the light of Agido!
Pierce Pleiades with the dawn,
And now I’m ploughing the Dog-star, -yeah!
Wooing my goddess with a song,

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaa- yeah!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Na-a-a-ahh…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-n­a-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…

The owl on a rafter-er, the festival of days, -yeah!
Singin’ the light of Agido,
My Dawn Goddess passion’s haze,

Yeah!

Singin’ the light of Agido!
Ten-beauties-likeness like the sun,
Floating swans on streams of Xanthus,
Sweet-tasting honey’s oh so young!

Singin’ the light of Agido-oh!
Singin’ the light of Agido!

Yeah!

Singin’ the light of Agido-oh!
See her likeness like the sun,

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-n­a-Naaaaaaa…

Yeah!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-­Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-A-A- yeah!

I saw the light of Agido,
A War of Love eclipsed the sun,
Who’s to blame? Where’s the praise now?
When winged-dreams come undone,

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-N­aaaaaaa…

Yeah!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-­na-na-na-Na-a-a- yeah,

Yeah…

Soft-spoken
*Standard tempo

wait stop mom said
was in the microwave to longed
went limp. -Burned
WE CAN GET IT  ON!!!!

oh DOT DOC-TOR
OH DAT doc-tor
immunity

<soft spoken intro>

Descended to the pit,
and threatened the Seven,
demanded back He,
the light of heaven...

Threatened curse upon life,
no more babies born!
Sent back with her hero,
but cursed for Her scorn.

And there's no light...

<musical intro>

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

loud
And I'm prowling...

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

louder
OUT AT NIGHT!

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

The shades come calling,
darkness crawling,
heroes fallen,
females sullen...
and, uh, and uh,

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

...there's no light.

Louder
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light.

<musical break>

And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

Where is the Sun?
Pain has begun,
fearing the One...
heroes fallen,
Nightmare calling...
...there's no light.

THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light.

Raised of the Earth,
from blood in the dirt,
screams to be heard.
And there's no light...
...there's no light.

THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light...

There's no light.

AND I'M PROWLING...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

There's no light...

...there's no light.

Came in late to work this morning,
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Now I'm sittin' in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!

If I only had a pick-up truck,
A little girl in a nice sundress,
If I only had an old dog,
A family farm  that was a mess,

Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
And I'd always have me a job,
And I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of eating prison slop!

I spent that last night drunk again,
Hung-over after fightin' with the wife,
Came in late to work that mornin',
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Now I'm sittin' in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!

I can remember all the country tunes,
Young love out dancing with the wife,
How her face shined in-the-moon,
Left a simple cowboy-n'-country life!

If I only had a pick-up truck,
My best girl in her little sundress,
If I only had my old dog,
My family farm that was a mess,

Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
And I'd always have me a job,
And I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of eating prison slop!

Came in late to work that mornin',
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Now I'm sittin' in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!

If I'd stayed on that family farm,
If I still had my old dog,
Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
Maybe the wife would still be gone?
Then I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of singing this sad song.

Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
And I'd always have me a job,
And I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of eating prison slop!

Came in late to work that mornin',
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Serving my time in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!
Yeah I guess I'd be a cowboy,
Cause I will never find a job,
And I bet I'll be happy too,
...no more eating prison slop!*

Yeah, I guess I'll be a cowboy,
Yeah, I'll always have a job,
Yeah, you know I'll be happy too,
...pick-up truck and an old dog.

<tempo>
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-du­n-dun-dun-dun-dun]

<music stop>
"THINK I'VE BEEN A-ROUND HERE BEFORE,
               -think I've been AROUND here be-fore!"

"Now, thinking 'bout it, look around, 'even-with-crowd' it's...
              ye-e-a-h-a,       -I've been around here before."

[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun­-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-du­n]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]

"Came out tonight for some fun, and now I'm drinkin' til I'm done,
              yeah,       -I've been around here before."

[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun­-dun-dun-dun-dun-DUN-DUN]

"You sat down, bought a drink, looked around, hear see me sing-ing...
              -feels just like you've been around here be-fore?"

[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-du­n-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]

"On that point, ain't no more, slam one down and there's the door,
              yeah,       -I know you've been around here before."

[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun­-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-du­n]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]

[Dun-dun-du­n-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun­]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-du­n-dun-dun-DUN-DUN]

"Think I've been around here before,
                -but I ain't comin' here no more!"

[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-d­un-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]




"Sweet-thing come on now here's the door..."

Where did they hide a punch clock in the timeless solace?

Or did they hide it all?

Perhaps it’s difficult to see some mornings?

We walked together to the school bus-stop, Billie Jean and I,

…she seemed to have a thing for me although I don’t know why?

I had a birth deformity; my feet were horned like snakes,

…a scaly-green monstrosity that locked away my heart and mind,

…so that; like the time clock, no one would ever see me.

Even the trip to doctors in Thebes, it only made it worse,

...all the children in my town found out, and said that I was cursed,

An ancient Greek named Urias claimed;

That tranquil purple’s peaceful dawn had hid a pitcher of lies,

And Zeus’ anger at the act brought down lightning from the skies,

…and struck down the people just like me against a ballad of rainbow fusion sunrise.

For the dreamy cosmos exercises as the pantomime he realizes,

…the many fancies of his disguises that the panoptic mind has in its surmises,

And in their parrying fall the distended fragments of the egg,

…formed some like me who were formed quite queer, said to come from Apulian’s nightly fall of fear.

Glass-bottled visions of events not clear all framed in a circle of Plato’s Great Year.

My feet the scaly-green monstrosity which sealed my heart and mind,

Billie said it was a gift from that Great Old Father Time,

A spring of rocks, a great mountain, a whirlpool and a navel,

I guess one day I’ll become them all, if and when I’m able!

<synopsis>

The White man's actions when exposed to the light of day,
            cannot compete with the intellect of the black man.

Get it?
       ...Will Smith.

Oh?

That's the whole point, that you got to defend your whiteness, your privilege!"

The fact that I have to defend you isn't reason enough?

           How about this; the fact that I defend you period is the reason why you a got a shot at the title?

~Mr. Caucasian(Whiteness Monster)

The Heavens are an imagination,
as the depths of your heart beguile me.

Mother spinster’s sporcy spindle spaed a specious spider splenetically spinning a sparkling specimen of the spired and spherically eggish; still though spinose although sporadic, seemingly soft, deceivingly so, sacred, secret special place to stave off such besetments!

  Her enchantment’s curse, no less the worse, arachnid terse in webs of verse, or plainly verse we shall rehearse from high above to stage below or thought to hanging from strangely gallows, the sickly web a trap thus cloven of heaven’s weaver said to woven in all her life never betrothen, she cast aside all such resentments!

And so Old Mother Hubbard then went to the cupboard speaking her cursed ways…

  Along came Ariadne, the spider beside thee, winding her spinning, pointing thus pinning upon her the blame for all days. With no voice to speak, evading flood did she seek, a way up from the sea on the laurels of Mother’s uprooted tree. So was it ended, uprooted, upended, the guilt, blame and controversy. Umun-Hubbur, Humwawa, Humbaba, star-weaver and Hubbard and Ariadne!

Cradled in the heart,
A catharsis I’m seeking,
Your light, your love,
It was a beacon…

The boy, shaking with excitement, nervously bangled the key into the tiny obscuration, just as he sank it deep in the purse and twisted it began to give as if to break and he stopped. The wretched key would not turn no matter which way he fumbled it into the opening trying. He, puzzled, sat back on his haunches and squeezing his countenance…carefully, slowly, measured in his way, he slid it in without a waver and sank it into place. A foul wind blowed and forced his cough but with it came the flutes…and just then, as if by magic, a voice so resolute;

“Heaven’s treasure cannot be seen or known except in heart’s desires,”

“And certainly never be known by a farmer-boy or filth-trodden squires!”

“For ancient sealing of box so great withheld Pandora’s fires!”

“…but listen closely for a truth is hidden in conundrum,”

The little boy gleamed with excitement as he dropped on his hands placing his ear to the keyhole whence the fluting and cherubic voice extruded…though nothing came forth? Try as he might, the key again and again, there was nothing more to the magic of the box. Though he was sure that in this box a treasure was to be found, in all his days, the many numbered, never did resound, never did the voice again give instruction to propound, never did it give again to magic thus profound and never did he figure out, the mystery which did confound!

  To wit the newest little boy said;

“But grandpa how does the story end then?”

  Without haste he replied to the child;

“Never want-for, nor ask, nor seek out, all the paths of heaven’s fortunes,”

“Never covet sacred knowledge or doubt the god’s contortions,”

“Forever all will be as well as good as you can be, if you can be a richer man when giving other's portions…”

  With that said the old farmer died. His daughter and the child’s mother, tears streaming down her flustered cheeks, grabbed him up and began to say a prayer for her dead father while unbeknownst to the family; a troupe in their employ had been employed by someone else and that someone was waiting for a signal. At the moment of the man’s passing the horse-hand ran from the sprawling estate to a well at the fork in the dirt road leading to the local town. There sat a traditional well and bucket with a large copper bell at the top and he rang it with a fervent vigor. The black horses in the thickets past the field bellicosely retorted as they were whipped into an action. Then along came the banker’s chariot, filled with three men in black, riding quickly to the manor’s door;

-judge, pastor, banker.

  Storming into the home the pastor ran to comfort them and strutting-forth, so the banker and his judge in stride comportment too. Slight his pause and nary couth the banker announced his judge and from his handbag produced a document, an unwieldy scroll of parchment…

“Alas my dear and sorrowful child be happy for this great farm! Your inheritance is more than most and do not be alarmed! For we have come upon the courts with documented trust, read this here then sign away to keep the farm you must! For all you see and gathered to you, bought upon agreement, that on thick trunk with gleaming content be exchanged to me for deed it seem-med!”

  Shocked, the woman protested;

“Never nay, what’s this you say? The box his greatest treasure…he would not have done, no this cannot be, sold it without inform me and in measure, for he hath had this since a boy of youth collecting wood in winter’s cold displeasure?”

  The judge stepped forth to conclude the matter and gave her some, though curt, respite;

“Now, now dear we feel your loss but see these lines and see these costs? Chickens, horses, sheep, a wagon, seeds and stock and land, a home, -the lumber, nails, the roof of stone? O’er the years buying more and more, whilst only for once to settle this score, upon release here is your deed, give us the box for which you have no need, this is not a matter of one man’s greed for it says in payment here and here, collateral, that box was dear!”

  In came the horse-hand with axe and fury, chopping apart the bedroom floor, -and in such a hurry, the four they cooed and sighed aloud, as a gleaming treasure chest appeared before the crowd, dropping all the four to knee as banker cried his rapacious glee;

“All these long years did I thus wait and now will find the heaven’s gate! Load it men, the treasure ours, the moon and sun, the awesome stars, the untold secrets of millennia past, we are rich as all the ancient Kings at last!”

Before they left he turned to her and proudly presented his palm extended;

“The key there deary…”

She begrudgingly removed the necklace about her neck and handed it over…after the men had left her little boy said;

“Don’t cry mom and don’t worried, boy have I got to tell you a story!”

The End of the Golden Key

Skull and Bones free markets calling,
          we're sailing off with your income's falling...

Skull and Bone's gain, -your hurt;
          all your fetid industries we do subvert...

Skull and Bones my outlaw swear!
          on the altar I cremate the care!

Crawling thing with six legs,
I'll keep you in mind...

Flying thing with big eyes,
I ate you just in time,

Now crawly-bug I eat you too,
I lap my face to clean off your goo,

Screams from heaven, I must hide!
Yesterday my brother died...

I slither into pile of leaves,
I hope the screamer didn't see,

Stay still, prepare and lick the air,
I smell more crawlies over there...

I get too cool and run for rock,
To sun myself,
And in my sluggish state I lie on rock...

                                                        ­            “Ahhhh!”

I'm grabbed and now I'm in the blue!
The Screamer eats me and my last crawly too!

At the top of the pile,
***, Drugs, Parties and Pampering.

At the bottom of the heap,
Disease, Prison, Debauchery and Punishment.

At the top of the Ego,
*******, Model, Heartthrob and Princess.

For having Ego like they do,
Gangster, *****, Repugnant and Scandalous.

* It is amazing to see,
how these social standards work.
For only THEY can be,
ones who receive these perks.

When you are a child all of life is discovery...
-and everyone you meet is a friend.

In another place… -at a different time,
To some others face… -sing-ing -a rhyme,
Just a trace, so subtle, so su-blime…

Did I find the courage to say…
Did I find the courage to say?

At another place, to some others face,
Penciled and traced, heart thumping a base,
So subtle, sublime, something more than rhyme…

Did I find the courage to say…
How’d I find my heart that day?
Did I find the courage to say?

In another place, different time, -lovely face,
For my love I sing and rhyme…

Did I find the courage to say…
How much I loved you… -every day?
Did I find the courage to say…
How much I loved you… -every day?

Did I find the courage to say…
How did I find my heart that day?
Did I find the courage to say?
How much I loved you every day?
Cause girl I love you… -every day.

Run the fields, flower petals surround me…
Feel the Sun, the sky –so free,
Dragonflies, butterflies and a canary,
Woodpeckers, grasshoppers and bees….
This is Nature; it’s the world all around me,
Happy, warm and I feel complete.
In your eyes and my heart confounds me,
We’re in Love, there’s no need to compete!

Run the fields, flower petals surround me…
Feel the Sun, the sky –so free,
Dragonflies, butterflies and a canary,
Woodpeckers, grasshoppers and bees….
This is Nature; it’s the world all around me,
Happy, warm and I feel complete.
In your eyes and my heart confounds me,
We’re in Love, there’s no need to compete!

Have you ever been in love, oh have you?
Life’s a trap and it’s incomplete…
Look at nature; it’s a world that surrounds you,
The way his arm’s do when he’s with me.

Run the fields, flower petals surround me…
Feel the Sun, the sky –so free,
Dragonflies, butterflies and a canary,
Woodpeckers, grasshoppers and bees….
This is Nature; it’s the world all around me,
Happy, warm and I feel complete.
In your eyes and my heart confounds me,
We’re in Love, there’s no need to compete!

Villain villainous vicarious, voracious or a vorate,
a Vulcan hell, a chthonic well, Megaron or substrate,
we find ourselves imagining some patterns in the stars,
with characters traveling -across this field of view of ours.

One will often contemplate the possibilities,
of all the fancied origins, of life in heaven's seas,
did Kronos eat the five they say?
Or does the day disguise them?

Perhaps he eats them every night,
as they dip on the horizon!

Put your thumb in the middle and separate the pages,
your gonna have some fun, I guarantee it sages!
put it to your face and look into the side,
now turn your head up and face to-ward the sky,
now bend your wrist and flap it and follow it along,
chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet sing the birdies song!

Run around the room and zoom-zoom Mr. Birdie,
now bend your wrist and flap it and follow it along,
chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet sing the birdies song!

run around in circles and make ‘em really wide,
remember your flying like the birdie in the sky!
now bend your wrist and flap it and follow it some more,
chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet watch the birdies soar!

round and round you go, flap the book to make a sound,
really fast, let it go, watch it flutter to the ground!
keep yourself zooming now you are Mr. Birdie,
when you play with books you can feel a little nerdy!
jump to the ground and make yourself a nest,
it’s time for all the birdies to get a little rest!
everybody drop and line up right along,
chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet we sang the birdies song!

rhythm
     <DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>

chorus

I try to keep them to my-self...
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>

Walking out in streets of Day-eh!
I try to keep them to my-self...
Never felt a price to pay-eh!
I try to keep them to my-self...
Always got to minimize.
I try to keep them to my-self...
I'm a smart guy in disguise...
I try to keep them to my-self...
No one seems to re-al-lize...
I try to keep them to my-self...
These are not just CON-VER-SATIONS!
I try to keep them to my-self...
Cause flowers wilt and flowers die.
I try to keep them to my-self...
Always got to minimize.
I try to keep them to my-self...
These are not just CON-VER-SATIONS!
I try to keep them to my-self...

soft spoken

Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...
Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...
Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...

<musical break>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>

Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...

soft spoken
Ideas, big and bold...

<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>

...never matter till their sold.

Ideas, big and bold...
* I try to keep them to my-self...

My army snakes the mountain-tops
as fields and valleys rent,
The first to ever wear the crown;
laws of nature -bent.

Mother was my wife as well; she as me, a god.
Appearing again 'in-the-end'...
Apocalypse; I am the king
-******!

...THE STRUGGLE...

What does your heart know?
          how does your heart feel?
                why do you deny your heart?
                       the call, calling, the feeling that calls you to purpose...


...Jihad?

Well you may be stuck in place,
Inside Heaven’s wheel the spin.
As is an angel in her grace,
Witness of all man’s sin,
Giving out her smile in lovely taste,
So oblivious to others…
Whose hearts she fills an eager haste,
Soliloquy to crooning lovers…

Sweet William,
            I've done heard it all be-fore,
          You got the looks, got the hair,
             that clever draw and more...

But sweetie here I am again,
Got Momma here, -crying again.
Wrecked-up face, my map of men,
This time so bad, lad, -you ain't fixin'

William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,
William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,

...you ain't gonna hit me no more.

Some love is hard/borders on sin,
Crying to God, please A-men?
Goodbye door, my bags packing,
Well-heeled feet, living A-gain,

William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,
William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,

...you ain't gonna hit me no more.

SWEET WILLIAM!
    Sweet William,

Hurting no, -no more...
Call me up- 'ev-er-y' night
Devil at My door,
Battle yourself/I'm not your fight.

...you ain't gonna hurt me no more.

He’s a little boy, sweet innocence,
Against priestly-rites worth seven pence,
And Mama, Papa, don’t you care?

While Father’s searching for his peace in a bottle;
Billy’s the only thing there…

Run little boy, Billy, run,
Old Father’s drunk, hear him whine again,
Crying misery and wallowin’…
A nightly muse for his chagrin,
And you’re the one he calls his; “sin.”'

So run little boy, Billy, run,
Cause Father’s drunk on his wine again,
Into his holy chambers -he’ll drag you in,
To show something he calls a sin,
And take you down to Hell with him.

He was a little boy, sweet innocence,
His name was Billy and he was heaven-sent,
A tortured child who lost his faith,
To the drunken musing’s of a cold-hearted wraith,

Run little boy, Billy, run; Jesus weeps for you son.
*Run little boy, Billy, run; Jesus weeps for you son.

LOOK!

Hop hop hop hide
         Hop stare,

LOOK!

He's gone,
         Hop hop,
                  hop hop, hunt!

The seesawing sun of solipsy,
A satrapy of soliloquy,
Sol was once but now is she,
Sailed off into a darkened sea,
Sith some solitary soiree,
Goodbye my Sirius from Wi!

Oh solely solar solemn stigmata!
Sun’s sobriquet solitaire staccato!
And sonorous salute sonata!
Sing past swaddling clouds of terracotta!
A crucifying crescendo armada!
And endless stars in space of Satá!

Insatiable story of a Son’s redemption,
Who stole away the sins of man’s convention,
A cross and form at right ascension!
The astronomy and mythology of the aforementioned,
Whom but was pierced for our transgression,
The tale that lead to man’s discretion.

Contrasted
Occlude
Nutation
Turntable
Reclusive
Apathy
Portmantea­u
Oedipus
Soliton
Inerrant
Tricorn
Inculcate
Ovoid
Nowhere

:/noun/ käntrəpəˈziSHən; A relationship between two indications when a Thing with affirmation of another are also a negation of the affirmation in the opposition of the other.

I feel like life is over,
Can’t stand the pain,
Come on an get it over,
This living's insane,
Popped into the fire,
Now I’m playing the game,
Unfulfilled desires,
Will it ever change?

I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!

Take it! Take it…take it all, all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
Take it all, all, all, all, take it all, all, all, all,
TAKE IT…TAKE IT…all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
TAKE IT, all, all, all,
TAKE IT all, all, all, all…

Can he see me?
Can he hear me?
My mind’s a blank,
Time is slowing down...
The pain is all gone,
Push it, load it up,
It’s nearing dawn,
Come on an get it up,
Yeah it’s nearing dawn!

I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!

Take it! Take it…take it all, all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
Take it all, all, all, all, take it all, all, all, all,
TAKE IT…TAKE IT…all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
TAKE IT, all, all, all,
TAKE IT all, all, all, all…

spoken word

*I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!

I was somber that Tuesday
Thinking about my lack of success,
I pondered giving up
And letting my current body
be all that there is…
A life over, a life ended.
I was watering the black-eye Susans,
they being just bright green smidgens,
Sad in September, missing my mother…
And a Dragonfly flew up to my face and landed on my neck,
Normally I would have shoed it off,
When younger I might have killed it.
It took the time to inspect my neck,
…turning about and tickling me too-
…near-hysteria waiting; waiting for it to leave,
And then it flew to an oak tree in front of me
And stopped to look back-
…at me?
Then it left.

I thought of a movie about coming to terms with death and a Dragonfly…

                                                     ­          Why did it stop and look back?
Thanks Mom for cheering me up,
…even though I am crying.

"It is equally as important to know useless things as those deemed useful. . .for the ability to skip learning the futile, to show to others how, is as insightful and beneficial as knowledge is to be gained."

Imagination is
Woooooooo.....

Sit here,
Nurse Brandy

pantyhose, God
So strange.

.******* NURSE BRANDY.

...or nursing brandy,

...or *******; Brandy.

Perhaps,

*..too much brandy?

The smoke, the billows, fires flare and winds; strange noises that perplex,

the scented attar waffles through and the bubbling of the brew,

all of this in rit-u-al, we find in the witches kylix.

Who does she send to Charon’s boat to cross great river Styx?

After she’s been boiling them, in the peculiar witch’s kylix...

The onlookers strain at the fantail feathers of a hazy orangish moon,

all the animals and hidden watchers are captured by a swoon,

for something carried in the smoke makes everything betwixt,

and no one knows exactly what, is in the witches kylix?

Some saw smoke against a clear night, while lesser ones caught a smell,

watery mouths, sweet tasty smells, so tantalizing, lead them to a boiling hell.

Who thinks to ask, who begs a question, an old woman and cauldron in the sticks?

Who cooks at night out in the dark with just an iron kylix?

Her eyes reflect when you show yourself, you shudder at the thought,

a predator, hunter on the prowl, perhaps you is what she sought?

That evil star-shine is the signal for you know what is this game,

but the hunger pangs and roiling stomach nearly double you in pain.

You ignore the bones of many sizes, as wolves whimper in the distance,

and you realize to late it seems that you are her subsistence,

-bubbling in the witch’s kylix.

This one is blackened dark as pitch; two handles shaped each like a six,

and you inside cooking quickly, a classic witches kylix!

Beg the night, pray to the moon, slap your face and make it quick,

or you’ll be caught by the swoon and end up in the witches kylix.