Just hand me the world
I’ll give you my life
I’ll dust it free
Of peace and strife
I’ll put the horse before the cart
And where you finish is where I’ll start
Just put it here upon my shoulder
I’ll be right here when it gets colder
I promise not to fumble this
Muddled world of **** and ****
Just let me wipe it shiny new
Remake this world just for you

It’s hard for me to explain to you exactly why I’m here
Just take a hit off this bowl and I’ll try to make it clear
I really have no idea
I was kinda hoping you’d tell me

There was once a path in the woods, ‘‘tis what the natives say
A place you should not venture, should you ever lose your way
There’s a path for the harvest moon, and one that’s best in blue
But beware yourself the wolf moon, lest you know what’s good for you

There lived an old woman, an ashen cabin wrought with many curses
When her boy was slain by wolves, she recited bible verses
And though god chose not to listen, as she begged him for salvation
The devil heard her sermon, and offered reparations

“Present your boy to the first full moon and bathe him in its light
Then lay him down upon the path and leave him for the night
You’ll have your boy back in your arms by dawn the very latest
And by my act you will see that god is the only sadist

Though there will be times when the debt must be returned
There are always little consequences, lessons to be learned
On each full moon your boy will become a ferocious raging beast
He’ll reap for me another soul for every man’s a feast”

The devil kept his promise and her boy he did well rise
And come the next full moon she saw the devil tells no lies
Before each full moon ever-after she’d chain him in the wood
He’d cry and scream and curse her soul as she did what she could

Until it was the old woman was bitten by the devil as a snake
He had not received his souls for his debt she did foresake
The tree with all its claw marks would stand alone next new moon
And the people of these lands would know horror all too soon

They say the devil watched as the monster ripped into its mother
Her soul the first to go, before he sought about another
The devil took the mother’s soul in his arms and waltzed her out the door
In his strife with god he let the beast set straight the score

If you look upon the somber rock where the earth and moon collide
To the west, and stay down low for its best that you should hide
You’ll see the devil dancing with his lovely maiden fair
While her son hunts in the forest for those that don’t beware

To be honest
It’s ****** twisted
The things I listed
The reasons why
I love you

Though to lie
I’m ****** wrecked
When left unchecked
The reasons why
I hate you

The dusty road hath grown grey
Time has been here too
A nomad appears from the east
And I ask of you

Tell me where the flowers grow
In hues of red and black
Tell me where the sun was last
And when will she be back

A tired wind pushed him forth
For he had spoken not a word
I wrote I love you on a ravens back
And I cursed that ominous bird

Cigarettes and crescent moons
Dead soldiers on the ground
We could say a thousand words
And never make a sound

You told me once long ago
How you wished it ought to be
And through the dark and stormy nights
‘‘Twas you I longed to see

Shall I set the world afire
To help you find your way
Perhaps if I destroy it all
Then maybe you’d stay

Where I woke upon a grassy knoll
Took off my shoes to take a stroll
I stopped over there to pack my bowl, smell her hair, and pay the troll.

I stumbled here and over there
Not that you or I should care
But I’ll have you know I’m quite aware, not really though, you can’t compare.

Yes I know, it makes no sense
I present this bowl in my defense
Just hit it once and you’ll know whence, the evidence of my pretense.

“Good hit? Great. Yeah I was just trying to say I passed out in the park wearing women’s shoes. It was nice when I woke up so I took a walk. Smoked under the weeping willow, paid somebody’s parking meter before the maid got there, I took a header crossing the street to get here, and I wanted you to smoke with me so you could tell me it’s good and I’m not crazy. And you’re out of beer.”

I’d love to stay and chat, but if I don’t tilt these windmills before the high wears off I fear they’ll abscond away with my purpose during the night.  
It’s an illusion for sure, but it’s mine. Crafted out of fear it walks in front of my shadow before every setting sun. A lumbering tangled tragedy.
Suffer me not should you find my sincerity to be askew. Cast your earth upon me and bid me ado. Lest I become that which you loath and thereby myself.
Your coffee grows cold and my mule died last night, again. And yet this morning I’ll ride that steed off to meet the day. The same day from the day before.
Fret not, your confusion is entertained and I The never good enough Knight of a broken table will leave it to the days to come to forget I was here.
I’ve died a thousand times trying to get over the rainbow and unknowingly breached every rule that would have garnered a love to span the stars.
So tired is the day that carries my woes. Endeavoring an idea as foolish as the ones that preceded it. Dogs that come home to die under the porch.
My banner in shreds to whims of a southerly wind. Decorated in celebration to my victorious battles. Thus it is just an old t shirt of a smiley face.
I had to throw you up amongst the celestial backdrop of my dreams so that if I needed you, for once, you’d be there. Asleep behind the wheel of my every thought.

You make me wish time could be like jars of honey. Where I could take a particular week down from the shelf. On those nights when the wind is trying to claw its way in. And it would still be good. I could slip between the flames and wake up in your eyes. Darin reminds us of Mack the Knife and your bishop is in check but we can’t stop laughing about the sad gorilla. Therein lies the life I’ll tell them about. If there be a thousand more lives. This is the one to be remembered. Because of that one jar of honey.

I wish I could be like you
So happy
Light and free
I wish I could be like you
Anyone but me

So you want to skin a rattler
Don’t worry I know how
Don’t ask me how I know
Just go get me a towel

First Ned Stark the head
Just throw it in the fire
Do the same with the rattle
Except spare it from the pyre

Now rinse off the body
Soap and water’s fine
Make sure to rinse off all the soap
Don’t leave that **** behind

Now get yourself a razor
Slice that ****** neck to tail
Center down the belly
Careful not to flail

Now pull the skin back from the top
Evenly with both hands
Be careful not to tear it
Or your piece won’t be so grand

Once you have removed the skin
Tack it to a board
Inside up and salt that ****
Those ants will come to board

Now when the hyde is dry
While in your muderous glow
Put the **** up on the wall
And pretend that you’re Rambo

I don’t suppose they’ll ask what happened or where the music went
Just like they never asked what happened the day I woke up bent
And of course why would they wonder why about that day I smiled
I told them all to wait right there and I’d be back in a little while
A winter or two came and went and yet I hadn’t returned
There’s happiness in my absence and this I know they learned
So now I sit and wait it out as drunk and high as ****
This life of mine I wish it done cause I am out of luck

Draw a circle around me.
Now go stand over there.
You can have the rest of the world.
I only want what you think I deserve.

If you’re wondering
Upon a grassy hill
One fine day
And in your wondering
You wonder
If I’m out there
Somewhere
On another grassy hill
Wondering to myself
And in my wonder
I find you?
Everyday.

You said you’d be there
Your words fell on me like the tears of a mourning sun
Who weeps for the raven who had no moon to talk to the night before
I remember
Because it gave me hope
A candle I could cup in my hand against the winds
So that one day, should I survive the rains, I could bring the light back to you
And we could finally set the earth on fire

She stares into the sun
As memories cascade over her
In hues like the northern lights
She bathes herself in these dreams
Only smiling when the storms pass through

People,
To me.
Are like puppies.
Adorably naive monsters.
That will inevitably
**** on my life at any given moment.
They’re not to be trusted.

The mightiest of hero’s
Known both far and wide
Long to fight in battles
Standing by his side

They tell tales of his deeds
Banner men and the squires
Of how he used the rivers
To dose the dragon fires

Kings and lords envy him
The maidens trail behind
They say he’s not just mighty
They say he’s also kind

It’s said he rains down lightening
Thunder from the skies
They say his farts are noxious
And he shoots lasers from his eyes

Jaxon is the mightiest
Of Vikings and the like
Just ask his latest foe
His head is on that pike

So let his tales be known
Lest trouble should come near
If Jaxon is around
There is nothing there to fear

When the hammer hits the primer and the gods ask me what I’ve done. And my last breath leaves me to join the breeze headed for the shores. I’ll tell them that I found my answer. My answer to the question that has no answer. My singularity. I’ll tell them I found you.

When every word just makes you feel that much colder
And the dirt of everything you hold dear turns to mud
When you can’t escape the futility of your own existence
And so you pour another drink because numb has to be bought
Knuckles turning white because if you let go you’ll fall
And you’re afraid of what sleeps in the clouds you’ll fall through
Cascading memories parading through your mind
And not a one of them give a **** about you now

Fools believe.

I don’t care if you see me. I’d much rather you see you through me.
Don’t think me a fool. There’s no pedestal for you there.
Take solace instead. That there’s no guillotine either.
It’s just a tempest. A swirling **** of colors and lights.
You could say that it’s like watching the northern lights. While lying on a bed of nails.
And what you don’t see, that pangs me the most.
Is the capacity you have to make others feel better about themselves.
Just by being you.

Looking back
Remembering how it slipped between your fingers
Like that golden sand that you imagined was real
And even though the shimmer fades
As the day slinks off
And the wolves start serenading the moon
That one grain of sand remains in the palm of my hand
Perhaps it’s hope
Or just a reminder
Of a dream unrealized

It’s like standing before a sun that pauses at the horizon before spilling out over the ocean
Or when you find yourself alone with Hephaestus and you know there are demons just beyond the firelight
Even as if it were one of those gifts you receive simply because the person saw it and thought of you
Yeah. It’s like that. That’s when you know. When those ancient celestial photons actually fight to be the light in her eyes. And you fall face first for the person she is when she thinks no one is watching.

Does it warm you
To think me cold
Cast down
Settling like starlight
Upon a landscape of pelted glass
Broken and scattered
Save for those few moments
Wherein the truth fell out
And pour over your eyes
Like a warm spring rain
Was I there
In the room

Even when you realize
That they know not what they do
It doesn’t sting any less
There’s no balm in pity
Just more sorrow
Derived from the fact
That you can die
Alone
Even after leading by example
Because they weren’t looking