She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist.
when it goes away I got no
doubt her leaves will change when
I'm the only earth she can root
too in the winter time and her
fruit only quenches my
desert thirst for her sudden
reemergence in the spring.

Look at me rhyme
behind time, running only
on tomorrow's line even
if it makes mother cry but
I know she won't die because
of spies on the clocks inside.
There ain't no drive too far
to ride, even if there are
a million mile signs, I'd
still go with you to dine while
the dress you wear is fine
and you give me shivers up
my spine, is enough for me
to be happy if I'd die.

Even if recovery seems upside
Down and coming down becomes an
Upright high flying kite because
There is no time for relapse
When you're sent to the passed.
It's not a total loss when your
Socks's outs are in and the ins are out
But when you're left with your insides
Out and all the outside in, there
Ain't any kind of win.

I lost my lines, I took in stride
I always cried when i lied, luckily i didn't
die and serve time.

I lost my words, let loose like birds
If what I heard isn't absurd then
maybe it shouldn't occur.

I could only shovel, I grew stubble
You tried to trap me in a double bubble
and I popped it. You're left with only rubble.

I adjusted before I rusted
earn trust and not lust and you'll
be free from the bust in the dust

You sure ain't got nothing when
you're in love with every lady
you meet while there's leaves between
your toes that are spread around
the street.

The boy wrangles in anger
but mostly just helplessly
until the snow fall crystallizes
the earth and makes all wind
northern blown.

Sisters scratch and hiss over
dresses stitched in 1666 while
hiding in a black lit room, texting
and making sure their attacks only
make others' dooms

I tinkered around
and had all the pipe lines
before i climbed three
stories on a 32 foot ladder
made of glass
to the top of the spinning
glowing neon lights
where marriage was based on
the feeling in hearts instead
of anatomic positioning
when the primer didn't set right
and water destroyed my counter tops

I called it depravity when she
scratched all the marks off
the measuring tape, while leaving
the condition of my brain
being in reverse and my heart
without a motor, unnamed.
I thought I could deal with torture
until she caught my words in a
porcelain box far to small.  
It's similar how they put the word of God
in a fabricated leather bound.

you make it hard for me to
read because you faded all the
marks on the tape measure. Besides
your eyes are surprisingly
lifeless for having
your wisdom in the place
where souls are born but your hands
catch on the experience wood saws.

There ain't real salary, wages, or full time
only disgruntled currency and
spoiled company that left the
milk out after breakfast while flashing

Nike sneakers, Motorola phones, burying
a forgotten geometric axiom, bestowed
with several hammers, in the
place where angels fall from trees

when you shake up their limbs ,
threaten to pull their hair. Sleeping used
to be a victim-less crime until I left
you swinging all by your lonesome

even when dad was shaking me awake
at two after two. Noon. I
was up, down, in and backed out sideways
through a diagonal cave that

was flooded by Europeans
who lost their leather shoes
trying to find Truth by
shutting themselves inside out

Even if God turns out to
be dead or under a trance
because he found his true love
wearing ***** pants, folded backwards

and frayed at the shins, while
she's got holes on inside her
thighs and the final schema,
parallel to the referee

signalling for the bell that's
situated behind environmentally
friendly nuclear bombs that
Bin Laden used to get at a discounted

price and sold them to America
marked up 3 fold.  They'll burn medicinal
plants besides the **** in your
backyard and feed us cancer while

selling us over-priced tickets to
watch over-paid men play with
***** while those on wall street
pull out their carving knives

on the turkey that was too dried
out that upon entry it burst
into a double helix of poisonous
rat-tails that fell off Zeus when they

shattered his lightening in the sand
and opened the glass to the forbidden
triangle of the man with *****, soiled
wrinkled hands, placing his spine out for all to see

We thought to stand up
after awhile but we
are on our way
back to all fours, if we
keep looking down at our phones.
we'll just be morons with fewer
neurons but enough robots to run the
world household and force ourselves
out of business, I'm not marching
for Robotic rights, or getting a
computer chip to turn my memories or
the songs in my head into
.doc and mp3's or have
Powerpoint files of parental
divorce and alimony court.

If I had any brains I would just kiss
you already but I'm worried it'll interfere
with the John Lennon faces we drew
in the cold swirl of snow, the night
we had no home but a couple
turkey and banana subs.
We had food for thought with
no place to go, with a vision, hanging,
melted in the black sky, of Alice
finding her own way home
by going under the bricks of the wall
and following the rabbit through.

It bothers me when people mention
that time will tell. I say they're
full of it, seconds, hours and minutes.
It all happens within space, not time.

You don't always have to flip an egg
but you don't want sunny-side
pancakes during any sort of  
grief.  You got to touch

when you have to and put gloves
on when it gets sticky, have socks when
it's cold and a chainsaw when
you're trying to cut someone in pieces.  

Sometimes you just got to trust
all your socks are being washed and that
you're only going to have a couple
lonely socks.

In a time of crisis the only constant
is change. Even the pope said god is sleeping,
but no one told the pope that God's
been asleep for a long long time.

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I like making
plans I know I won't make,
I just like they're there.  
It's sort of like how we prepare
in our cars with airbags.  
Sometimes we thank God
they're there.

I like waiting at
bottoms of skyscrapers to catch
cripples' stares on stairs.
It's living up to a dare
trying to walk with one leg, one
crutch going up, look at their
Stares on stairs.

It wasn't a hippy
in tie dye that gave me
that squabbled piece of peace.
It was a horrid beast
who claimed I was the first
to not shoot, he gave me his last
Piece of peace.

I didn't like the tone
of his voice when he said
you can't bare the bear
Even outside the lair
you'll shave his fur and run your
hands in your hair, you
can't bare the bear.

I have years of your
wind pattern because my
vane detects vain in your veins.

She said I deserved to dance with the angels
and that she didn't cut it.  With her I'm
just paper so she cuts it for me.  I guess she
thinks she is backwards left handed kindergarten
scissors trying to cut freezer burnt
ground beef.  Even if she is, I like
when she tries to slice through me in her way,
even if she gets really good and gets me halved through and through

It's that time when all
the 20th century people die and
when the congressmen and senators
do not pick up the phone while the citizen
barbarians aren't dialing a retreat and looting
every major bank, grocery, purse,
pocket, wallet, and electronic device, shooting
their way through the movie lines
so they don't have to camp out for three days
to get tickets to see how to fight guns with guns,
war with war, and fire with fire.
Stand your ground, your neighbor might be up to
some crime even if they have halos
on their heads during the full moon on Friday the 13th.

Love is when she draws a smiley
face on your nut-sack with
your favorite red pen that you used
to take notes with during your anatomy class,
she used the last drop of ink there.  
After-all, I have to be ready for
the snow or I'll turn into
snowman she says.  
Love is not when you wake up in a ditch
and have dark red splashes
on your hands and chest. your girlfriends
keys are in your pocket and she's
nowhere to be found, only her favorite shirt
you got her for Christmas.

You can make your pockets
more extensive when you run out
of pocket.  You can raise your ceiling
with wood and nails while I wear pants
with holes and live below sea-level.  

You can bail out and mail out
free of charge. You can even speed
all you want down the highway, cops
know your license plate from heart by now.  
You took mine on the spot, you
said you smelled *** and had dogs in the truck.
I said, "****"

I've been passed my luck, missed
Noah's rainbows by only one
mark. You're the power behind luck
and create your own *** of gold.
That's my money too man.  I settle for
the turkey and ham dust
after your slicer has had its run.

That silly flood made me
Tread all the way down
Here.  
Political pensions over.
Spent on pens and ties.  
Bipartisanship is basically
A commandment now.  They’re
Only there because they have to be, I say.  
They would send relief,
Should I wait a week so the
Check don’t bounce? I
Know how that goes. They
Got a profit on us anyway.
They’re checkbook turned to
Chicken scratch, more like chicken ****.
We’ll see how that goes.
At least I got time to locate
My house that floated off its
Hinges a few miles south.  


*Note: these next poems I’m posting are going to be more political because it’s a project I am writing for a conference.

I think I may love you
but not in the wedding
fashion but in the sheep drapped
On my neck sort of way, or
maybe how clown fish feel
for the barrier reef. You made
me promise I wouldn't be your Judas,
I agreed as long as you weren't my
Jesus. We never realized Pontious Pilot
and his means when he washed his hands
of us and gave us some wood and six nails to
go around while asking everyone what they thought.
They said our love would be
hammered together while we hang here for awhile.

I only spit shine our hikes
in the woods and I marinate rain drops
in melted wax so we can peal

it off our skins when we get bored later.
I only exfoliate on lost time while
maneuvering around false hope

you seem to deliver from an eternity
void, stamped and all. I must jump its
sound and skip a couple staircases

to find its Jonas Salk.  I only go mad on
the colors I write about the clown who keeps
his nose on a rounded cliff and

his acts in prepositions. I invest
verbs with the future and liquidate  
past futile nouns in denial.  

I plunge the toilet of the oppressed
monk who never gets the good and
rough *** those mornings the birds sing.  

I sew fellowship when viscosity
is at maximum and the sewage
ruptures four feet from the prince

of mercantile who ends up
building a wall to protect himself
and others from the foggy morning.

By the looks of it,
The moon was lacking on
its dim, the window had no
curtains, there was so
much potential, we
touched it with our
tongues, when the cord
unplugged itself
from the wall

I felt like a Cuban arriving
at a Miami harbor,
banana boat and all
when you rubbed my feet
then drove away.

I was the cat's pajamas
when you slipped me on,
held me under for a
second and said I'd
dry in the blistering sun.

I felt like a cat's
head against your knees.
When you took my shirt
off and told me not to
laugh too loud.

You laughed too
loud when you took
off my pants. I built
the world trades and
watched them crumble too.

I'm the bee's knees
when you let me.
I can take the cave
to the top of the mountain
if that's how you got to be.

I guess the metal is
bound leaf like.
I'm like the bubbles
of the rift; quickly formed
and quickly done. The
air inside happens only so long
I can escape to the
chromium metal and tease
the snakes. Let's see how
they like it.
Pollution is aprtheid.
Apartheid is man-made,
like the lake, the rubbermaid
containers. The earth
is a big etch a sketch.  This
will give geologists something to
figure out in a few thousand years.

Depression is a freight
train derailing, taking an entire rain forest down
whoever thought sleep could
not last long enough?

Grim language, especially answers
on channels two four six and eight
my corneas want
to come out

Labeling is wrong.
They labeled me wrong.
They say I'm a man,
I'm an indentured person.

I even tried to vanish
into the night so they wouldn't find me
too bad my voice
is too **** loud

Let's jump the sound
skip a couple
staircases and stare at
the eternity void.
It's easy in that
sort of way.
When we watch the
stars from the cold
rooftop, Cambodian skirts,
Indian symboled blankets,
the void is filled for
a brief second of eternity.

There's one cat who meows
in the alleyway but mimics
a fowl dog who ate
larval staged meat. There's
two headless horseman
racking leaves to find their heads
that teenagers rolled
down the country hills.
there's three furry bears
in a cave testing hardness and
softness while four bats
hang backwards to avoid the light. The
five cowgirls had six cowboy hats
each exactly. They're going to run
out if they keep throwing them at
groups of seven boys.  Eight dentist chairs
were rolled onto stage so the
nine musketeers,
multiplied by three,
could get ten root canals.
The doctor said he could have
given eleven more of them
but he heard twelve whimpers
of pain and gave up.  There were
thirteen bounced checks and fourteen wrinkled
foreheads who were lost in eternity
for fifteen years.  Sixteen world banks
filed bankruptcy to drive dollars down.
Seventeen hands were squeezed
from an angel holding glowing
red lips.  eighteen hearts and
brains switched spots
anatomically leaving nineteen
grown men sprawled on the
ground like they drank twenty
or so too many.

She's my little Philly girl,
Cambodian shirts and hindu
sings. Purple nail polish and summer
hats. I can hear her voice when
rain falls on new shingles.
The way she squeezed my hand
the morning after; my heart and
brain switched spots while
standing in some parking lot.

I can inhabit white
walls. I've survived  
crackers and loss before.
What is stopping me now?
The world is a white wall.
Minds are white walls.
Potential are all white walls.
We're all white walls,
well at least at first anyway.
Add the dark colors first
or the accents won't show.
Meaning's lost in this piece.

If it wasn't King James who said, "I'm going
To fiddle with the word of God for a bit",
Then
I don't know who did. Burning bushes
Or not I think he made some **** up

Just how Abraham almost offed Isaac.
It's a good thing the creator has a sense of
Humor because
Father’s all over would raise their arms
To the sky and sacrifice away their sons and only God knows who else.

The king was relentless, He didn’t mind
I could only bite my tongue when I wrote
Jonah was spit
To shore from the whale.  The king just wouldn’t let
Me end it there.  

I cringed when Mary birthed
The king of the world as a
******.
It was hard for me not to laugh
Especially the part about forbidden fruit.

I even made up a story about
Rationalizing with wild
Lions
In a den but as long as you
Looked up you lived on.

One night I found an unlabeled scroll
That said he would come when heaven’s the heart
And earth’s
the body and the bones.
James burnt it that night while he drank his tea.

I don't remember much,
About what I've read,
The aliens who harvest our cattle
And the red pox the Aztecs got.
All I know is that you
Can't pull a string around me
And tie my robs because
I'm of the world and the
World is of me.

I'll remember the gentle things I want
like the drunk and
High howling or
Like the astronaut who came
From mars and was convinced
This was Venus and   
You threw the underwear
And Khaki shorts through the window,
On my roof.

I told you I'd always be here even
If you threw me inside out
The window. Wild dogs are no longer
Starving thanks to you. My underwear and
Khakis are being worn by the homeless.
My dishes and cups are shattered from
the fall. the cable still
Works miraculously, the Browns
Lost by 7 unfortunately.
I'm sopping up my bottle of
Bourbon from 1953 with a dish rag.
Maybe I could get some sleep on my bed
If I wait long enough.

I'll act like I know things,
But the drizzle of sounds will
Be an old man's stroke.
You'll think less of me.
You'll think I got lost in the rain
Somewhere. You'll think I evaporated
With the river. You'll think I evaporated up,
Blowing cloud rings that the
Birds showed me how to do. I just got
Lost finding you and found another
Way around.

Religion is genre essentially,
they're just boxes. Filled
to maximum capacity with sardines.
You think about this
more often then not. Just
like suicide. Not in the style
that the depressed might, your mother
almost hung herself with the hose.
You can only see the
sun's glimmer on the red oak trees
outside the windowless pane.

I'm like a dog
                        You could bash me, beat me, and cleat
                 I'll come back for more. There's no sense in arguing.
Just put me back in my cage.

I'm too simple
                         I'll bite the hands that feed me until there's
                 No more room on his arc. I could use a swim anyway.
Don't tell me what I'm getting into.

Think me stupid.
                          Fall for your tricks that bewilder and trips
                 that make me fall but foundation needs to be invincible.
I'll learn to build on a speckle of light.

Please count me out.
                           There's no sense in dying over others beliefs
                   especially since I'm in stuck inside this cloud in hell chatting
with Hades. What's left for me now?

Don't remember.
                            It won't help when I'm on that marble ledge
                    that's where you once stood. Don't count on me when
you're east not west and I'm all you got     left.

Being stuck between two clouds is nothing
like a mosquito being stuck from a flexing arm
but
both are more advantageous than having
the mark of brother Cain.  That's just the truth.

If it wasn't King James who said, "I'm going
to fiddle with the word of God for a bit",
then
I don't know who did. Burning bushes
or not I think he made some **** up

just how Abraham almost offed Isaac.
It's a good thing the creator has a sense of
humor
because if it didn't, what's left of these words,
wouldn't matter to me at all and the fun times

would be scarce. Keep the arms not flexed
and the clouds apart and the world might not get
stuck
to itself like plastic wrap does when wind
blows itself through the plastic.

I lost 100 dollars on a bet
because I said you'd be my bride.
I don't have to say much more
besides it's not the money i miss.
you gave me **** with my cheerios

and water with my oatmeal.
At least I got some A-1 with
my steak, only about
a half ounce though.  not too
much more than that though.

you gave me sunlight to make some snow
some fire to have some falling rain ,
You gave me nine protestants in Spain
While you laughed and told me
to cry because I deserved it.

you cut my eyes with Band-Aids and
mined a new road to magma. You had one
bucket to put out the volcano
you gave me a plastic knife
to whittle you my heart from stone

but at least you gave me the box
that had 500 knives. you said
I'd never run out.

It's the two of you that are meshed while our
hearts clashed in outer space.
Smile upon the stars is what I said
my only dream would be
but yours had to do with
the crater moons and speed of light.

You know
At this point I'm compelled
to join
in this dance, this masquerade. I
have an
assortment of hats, green, black, blue ,
stripped, ribbon,
turquoise, I can hide behind. No ones seen
the face
that holds it all. They've only seen the color of my mask
on that
day when the world was at turmoil, no
mask to
wear. Emerge the healer the soother
for mines
run out please. Have it anyway you like and enjoy but
be weary
of the no soliciting sign at my door.  We don't need
the world
to end because the appropriate mask wasn't marked
With flowers.
See beyond the masks and see that they're all me past present and future.

We agreed it was the
******* of life searching
on our hands and knees
as meteors burnt up

in the atmosphere
discovering new through
burnt ashes and falling
in love too fast while

the child in us screams
where's the fresh cement
of unbeaten path? Silly
scowls sit with little lips.

Abduction he swore! They
probed picked his brain .
Meanings change when the lights
start to flash

and your senses are hollow
gelatin mix. Remembers not how
they got to be but
where it used to go

He said purgatory got him here
because he told them he
didn't want to wait.
Moses had to wait for

thirty years and millions
of lives.  His naked ghost,
hair whiter, than artificial
light when he said

“it was in the naked catacomb
when the walls fully dressed, in purple's
nobility, while not forgetting to grab all
the beggars' begging.

the leak was quick not slow
and the air pumped itself.
Athena looked down and cried at
the misery. She pleaded for no flood, she
couldn’t persuade God.

Crumbling steal and birds of fire
brought upon the sand
that got stuck in the mouths. Grains from
different dunes all on one spoon

Does not mix all to well just like
how Noah placed the Lions
beside the Zebras in an empty place.
  
Mayans mark their skies as
Cats will their lives.  They don't worry until
they're down to one, down to one
grain of sanded rice that's supposed to
feed the entire world but won't suffice until
someone sees at last.

Better too late than never, as they'll often say.”

Twisting and turning
    Is what she said while my heart
Was carried away by the
    Morning breeze. Escape by
Swirling back to the trees was my reply.
    She didn’t believe me until the
Atmosphere aligned my soul into a diamond.
    Pressures all there is anymore
Whether diamond, crystal, or metamorphosis.
    She wanted to know how but her
Train got lost. I tried to warn her
     When they stopped the L train
And the windows were filled with
     Iodized salt and fat free chips.  I’m the
Beaten path trying to grow grass back,
    The dead branch from the fallen snow
Wondering how I got so low on the ground
    When I remember that the morning breeze is
Coming round soon.

yesterday, I caught my words crying
not out but within.
cryptic and concealed no more
as the rain poured up
and the ice melted shut. The muscles
isotonic strain kindles heart filled
hurtful strength as
endurance accelerates.  
Wasted ones and fives
on groped lonely women.

The ******* forgot the fishbowl
and his keys on government steps
but remembered the leaky wineglass.
Total recall enforced
the key ring's silhouette rolls on by
looking for the keys
to grab a broom and clean up this mess
of market debt and ajar markets.

Ceiling tiles mist and swirl
and wait for mercy to strike again

I was on a leash when my love sat
down next to me.
Even the ivy on the old brick
is freer than me.
Freely the bird can fly to ivy,
She mocks me, ***** and mocks
I'm an old carpeted dog
After a wash in the afternoon sun.
I bark when there's fire in my belly
Even when she *****
Her wings so tender and close
now's the time
to hide my bone though its the last thing
I got to show.
The tiles break and formed a hole
way back in 1892
For her young to beak through storm
Its being ready to live
and forgetting how to die
When they come
and levee the hole with her inside .
It's the underground rumble
That I trembled behind
Inside the endless tire circle
in circles of tires.
It was fifty cents for a click of a pen
Now here I am
Waiting for her to use her wind
To bring the levees
Down to the last ***** of chisel

I have nothing.
so I'll talk to you
while you're in Malaysia
about the innocence of war
and the grace of missile silos.
I could tell you the
grass is blue here
and you wouldn't know for sure.
Don't fret because I'll give you
my soul unscathed and my
heart under no pressure.
You say left is left and
right is right then the world aligns
for all to see that we're
all just the same even
beyond you and me.
He was sworn not to tell
the story of us all and now
we're all turning in circles about
our time here spent.
No one knows our words but
you, me, and that miraculous
invisible wire

There's nothing more to see
but you and your red pants. You see
half the pie though there's more in the fridge.
The birds fly south for the winter
and you do as well but return on the
first sun of May.  You said cry your
eyes on the wind but why not
upon your breath? It's hard to see
you sink through mist especially
when I forget the words
that would make the wind guide you here

I knew I was real when I trembled
Shivers and bumps, there was
Nothing more to see
But you and your red pants.
They came in a best value combo pack.
The bracelet clings to my wrist,
Last legs and countless scenes
There is no box on any special that comes close
The second hand counts whilst we laugh
I'll never be a few sense short
When you're gone and passed.

My heart mentioned going out of business
75 percent off, I'll even barter my soul
You said cry your
eyes on the wind but why not
upon your breath?
Come and get it,
Before I'm left with only peach pits.
You don't have to try so hard to find me
I'll be in the middle of the road
Honk so I know my coupon
isn't expired. You see half the pie,
I see there's more in the fridge.
Two for one,
Not even a genie can beat that.

No thesis declared or carts to push
the shelves remain vacant
like empty boxes in the walk in freezer
The birds flew south at winter
You did as well but came back on the
first sun of May. It's hard to see
you sink through mist especially
when I forget the words
that would make the wind guide you here.
You ought to know buyer beware

When we have too much fun
We’re just like those monkeys they
Tested ecstasy out
on and they ate all they had
in twelve hours. Recovery now
was important here.
It’s like the leaf,
lost in the wind,
trying to find the
branch it fell from because it can’t.
It’s the shirtless man with a striped tie
That declares us insane,
Sort of how the call us un-American
But, they take all
the pride out of it anyway.
The con is telling me how to keep
things straight while he changes
His wig from dark
to light, loafers
And not Nike.  For this
to work, David and Goliath
Need to shake hands he quietly says.  
you lost all depth,
you only know about the solar sun.

I'll remember her jumping from the airplane to
only disintegrate into billions
of peppered flakes. I'll remember the way she sang
the blues, soft strong, sweet and true.  
I'll remember how they mimicked, how
they tangled language with my soul. I'll
remember the images, turning conniving, clashing and
rushing. The feeling of love in the heart after
carelessly putting yourself together. What does order matter?  
I'll remember Umberto and all he keeps, secret exposed,
rounded and squared.  I'll remember the woman from
the 19th century who haunts me to this day, the
magnitude of the final words of the last zombie.  
I'll remember the glass hairball I couldn't quite hack up,
choking pain, sharp and small.  Knowing I'll never
be stuck in latin translation when Mariana's around is
the greatest relief. I'll remember how she plugged the moon in
so I wouldn't get lost in the rain, graceful purpose, poise and calm.
Her love poems that sent shivers down all our spines. I'll remember
how I drank from her wine glass form and I lost my wits.  
I'll remember when she read my tarot; I felt like Macbeth,
informed mistake, crowned and *******. She only knew that the people
of Hortor would invade.  I'll remember how she won class
the day she pointed out the irony.  The thing I won't remember
is when it all stops going and there's just a room of empty chairs.

He said I was considered
a sinner because I talk of death
The holy do as well

I didn't trick a man to **** his son
I didn't flood the earth,
There's more than one way to see Noah's rainbow

The earth rumbles temples and
Splits pillars in two
as someone let all the pidgins go

You could see the red when
the sea is parted, Don't forget
your horses when the river's back

Do as you please but only when your told
or you'll wake up on the shore
only remembering Moby ****, ask Jonah  

They say go for your dreams
but if you miss Goliath's head
you ain't got a chance in hell

The ten insights made from mountain stone
the words reverbed from cascade to cascade
There's no excuse if youre lost in translation

There's not one "t" in Calvary
but today there happens to be three
Good thing he saved them all

The blood was poured ******
So all heaven and hell could see
That we're still clueless as before

The Sabbath reads ten after nine
The Lessons of life are real
but we still go every which way

He said he wasn't going to betray
All you need to know
is that he hung himself from a tree

Hold your guard and stand strong
don't let a little lady ****** your hair
or everything comes crashing down

Tag team with Daniel in the Lion's den
he'll probably set you free and say,
"watch the spear in the back"

Modern times solidify the past
It seems pretty easy to blow stuff up
in the the name of God

Though the sixth commandment
is broken our measure of error
is also our error of success

I floated down the river in a basket
The current was just right and my mother loved me
tonight on this passover night

Sell your brother for brotherly love
Hopefully the bridge ain't burned
You'll see him again someday

I haven't seen as many animals as Noah
Besides, he was hoarding them all,
After building the new world from native wood

Lucifer was canned from heaven
After he tried to kick God offstage
He now has his own show to run

They ate the forbidden fruit
Setting the way of life eternity
Simply by setting the world on fire

When the staff slither's snake
One better harvest before it's too late

He said he wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered socially as a *****.
laying awake on a couch and catharses  the world
you have tears like that of a newborn child
Everything on the couch is mild
but out and about they're  horses tears.
Many people have the crocodile ones.
It always catches up to them eventually.
I wandered socially as a *****,
with the light in my eyes
and a hammering pain in my chest
all the love in my life are satirical jests
that leave a shoe print on my face
I guess that's better than tire tracks

It's like trying to tickle someone when you have no fingernails

It's like writing poetry with no heart and with no words at all.

It's smoking cigarettes everyday for awhile and not thinking about it,

they say lung cancer wants to see you after your show, don't forget skin cancer called too

It's getting a massage from your ex and your girlfriend enters,
It's like hearing sirens but not seeing red and blue,
It's not remembering why you got their but do
you remember the path you walked to see those iron bars?  

It's a hat with no brim, or an animal lacking primal instinct

it's trees without phloem but osmosis is falling on itself

it's a painter without eyes, a prophet whose own cat got his tongue

its all about armed forces, arms dealers, war on drugs, war on terrorism, brothers in arms, support the soldiers, remembering those fallen, veterans, astronauts, republican nominees, presidential faults|
"We want the world to stabilize."

It's like vanishing and coming again, its not a reflection from water

it's not a magician revealing his trick or certainly not receiving a wizard's staff

it's more like having Shakespeare's pen but not quite enough paper

it's sort of like having the world in your hand but immediately getting your arm cut off.

Songs of sweet
     Songs of melancholic airs
  The tears made me stare
In this heat, on the highest glacial peak
Building of new
     Buildings of new concrete
  Leaves no room to compete
Only to a few who are left with an old view
Thoughts of silence
      Thoughts of persistence
  When faith leaves a glimpse
A golden hint! The dream- leave it to pinch your arm
Men of heed
     Men of silver streaks
  The green is what they seek
They plant seeds, all they give us is mead
Brothers in arms
       Brothers that are sworn
   aren't allowed to mourn
The fired farms and bombed out barns
The light of night
     The night of fight
  It's always out of sight
With all my night, I removed the spike
Starved from lunch
      Hunger for laughter
  Either way he's your master
There's a hunch, there's no time to hunt!