Deaf to the voices
and
blind to the stares
everyone's out there
hawking their wares
could be
Shakespearian
but
more likely
Dickensian

here we go again
smallpox
cholera
diphtheria
it gets eerier,

seen it in
the London Illustrated News
so
it must be true
just like Facebook is.

She'll see what
She wants to see
I said
it's me
me
me
me
but
She'll see
what I could be
because
She sees what She
wants to see.

She took my heart
broke it apart
she said and that's
not all I'll do
I'll break your bones
turn them to glue
and then she said
what will you do

bang
bang
she took me down
bang
bang
my baby took....

you know the rest of the song,
make your own words up
I did.

The world is vast, a canvas wide,
Endless skies where dreams reside.
You are the paint, the brush, the hand,
A force that shapes the shifting land.

Each breath you take, a star’s embrace,
Ancient fires, timeless grace.
With every step, you carve your way,
A mark that lingers, night and day.

Through the fabric of time you weave,
The future bends, the past believes.
Your will, a storm that moves the sea,
Echoes through realms where none can see.

You are the pulse, the heart, the spark,
A light that shatters endless dark.
In your soul, the universe does bend...
You are the start, and you are the end.

Friday
and though not on a desert isle with Crusoe
with the sun beating down on me,
I could be,
but no
here I am on a carton of land being led by the hand to who knows where and I swear on the book of who gives a... shucks! is that the time?

Coffee.

I began
then I was a man
what happened to childhood?

I can't remember when
the years passed and then
I can't remember when.

I dried my tears
on the pillows of years
and as my fears cascaded
I faded away.

While they're looking for parallel worlds we can't even get it right on this one,

..'oh, go on..' said the duckling turned into a beautiful swan.

it's all songs and fairy tales
the things that we believe in.

we're taking a hiatus
so you
can hate us
even more,
but
closing the door quietly
and giving society
what they need.

Politeness will **** us
they're indifferent to deference
they'll have us swabbing decks
before they stretch our necks.

Happy?
if you say so,
I don't know
although
things
could be a lot worse.