the victims come forth, the victims stand down; the innocence shamed and shunned, and the rapists come out from the shadows with some who still linger behind in their menacing twilight.
the actions are irreversible; so the complaints do nothing, and the consequences are a careless wave of a hand

The place of dreams and destruction; of the glamour and grotesque
Hollywoodland is a deep, dark secret in disguise

I walk in a Government-official building, I know that there are Free Masons scheming below the ground floors, and pulling the strings from above, watching us below

Monsters with masks at rich celebrity house parties behaving the way a mentally balanced society would deem atrocious. Let's wait and see who else is going to come out from the shadows.

Yet ignorance can be bliss
The unknowing of things
Is a gift we never wish

I'm too lazy
To go out of my way
To make people happy

A Crop of Lies irrigate farmland
Deception grows and dies
Its corpse sustains
A cycle refrains

Cold, this night is
Cracks open the ground
Revealing a sight
Seeping through with light

Regions were found
To be taken and conquered
Sailors sailed to eat sailors
And they as well ate bread

Sounds of paranormal had
Guided every boat, then plane
Then spaceship, to the inside
Of a toy box they made

“These Crops dictate Truth”
Says Man (or monster)
Every night is cold; cracked
These Crops are impure

Livestock tell stories of their leader
It’s more of saying really
Because they’re ******* livestock
The Truth cannot tell nor talk

Reason slips off their skin
Like water off oil
Harder and harder it is
For Man to let joy soak in






Journeys of discovery
Travel through the television
Crisps, colas, pies, and cakes
Is what ******* does it

Beef pulp, French toast, tomato paste
Is what ******* does it
All we consume is ****
Crying fat morons decompose

“I really like the rain”
Says ****** with pudding stain
And her body melts and pours
As the rain does inexcusably

Great big dogs soak up in the rain
Unlike Man with his walking cane
They are all dying as they retreat
Underneath a roof of sin to replace

Emotional politicians claim they’re drug-free
As they smoke cigs and drink alcohol
Infant babies were torn apart in shopping malls
Did the World set them free?

Man (or monster) propose
To have a war on anything
Must any more children die?
Or can they get high; watch television?
What the **** is wrong with an aspect
Of harmless self-discovery
Can Man wager livestock’s epiphany?
Is it o.k. to live in a subdivision?

Or on a farm, or in the television?
Do these Crops have to dictate
Which victim we choose to mate?
To dictate our truth?

Can the fake astronaut admit?
He got ******* high; watched sitcoms
Ate potato chips, ate cereal out of the box
Never told a soul it was a hoax

Crops soak in the sweet rain
As the political Man weeps
These Crops become true
Dying Men no longer retreat

A Crop of Lies
Become so true
This wisdom is beauty
What we see now
Is as clear as day

It's too much of a threat
It's a constant fret
It ***** my head
It always comes back
(And I laugh)

It drives me to scolding showers
And toilet seat scours
All for me to holler
The name of the new prowler

Recognizable from the rest
You're taking it all away
Killing me day by day
I'll burn any stronghold that stands

I'll make sure all words are clear
To make those red-matter strands
Pull and tear of all your flesh
And of all your gloom

The temporary shoulder to cry on
The loving attention and support
A temporary happiness
Willing to extort
He's crazy about you
And it's only been a week
"I'd do anything for this girl"
So redundant, so ******* bleak
"I'm in love with her!" he shouts
And it's only been a week or so
He'll carry on the big burden
But does the love really show?
Drunken drama queen
My life's bags are still on scene
They're hiding away in your closet
They're staying there like the leaky faucet
Don't burn the bridge, my love
Don't let it burn
Come back at some point in time
Don't let it burn

Stray dog bites the fleas & barks at the buzzard voice with no decision but to wait for the next gesture. Jester can't see why he's lost the leash but the owner is found better now -- much more tamed for an eternal suffering; it's no longer a frothing mouth full of the doomsday within. Barks at the bees, and they shine their stingers; they are karmic bullets of love from a sensitive ghost with no reserve. reserve. He is not there. you put him under the sink , in the disinfectant bucket; you can't cure his rocket fuel habits, but you can pretend he isn't there.

The tick behind your ear isn't going to bring you happiness.

"You're not gonna get it"
Your little voice will tell you
You are a stubborn mule
Who'll play the fool
And guise his innocence
"You're not gonna get it"

Surrounded by dissuasion
"You're not gonna get it"
He is sick of your stupid ****
He doesn't believe in you
Your acrid, little voice

I'll play the fool
And guise my feelings
But I really can't hide
I'll just carry on
And come back
Drunk and sober
When you aren't
so bitter

~ You strange ****
You ****** ****
You‘re something else, you
You might not be well

The self-preaching
Was getting old
Even when it was new
They all knew

There is something
Wrong about your English
Something makes them wonder
If you‘re really all in there

When one said you were trash
You thought the cynics would
Make everything better
It never did last
~
Scary girl with big buns
On her shrunken head
Thinks you better quiet
And only listen instead
~
The dwarfs cursed you
To the ******* ground
You slime, you puke
They burn and bury
You to the very ground

Those kisses were curses
You stupid slime, you
The guardian never watched
Over you to stop the blackness
Which crept unto you

Now you‘re some tainted ****
And they all know you‘re untrue
And they drool acid on you
~
When the brain deters
From all that filth in your mind
You‘ll realize the bacteria
Will make you go blind
And as you sink in the water
You've once walked on
Your stupid ****** up fans
Will all be gone

It's dancing with the crystals
And I look at you but I don't see you
And then I look the other way

why are you always mean to me when im not around
can't you see really that im just a clown

because im lost, im a lost cause
and you cant find me home

You look above
You see yourself that way
I am a pawn and you are Walt Disney
You see yourself above

You are that way
The kind of idealist
Who marches with ego
Who stutters with pride

I stand above you
But you hit me
I can't stand it
But my tongue is held

I'll strangle you
In the sink
In a neck choke
I'll bash your pudgy brain
Smash your ******* face
Smash your ******* mouth
With my fiery embrace
Sounds good ****-face?

I'll make you a better person <3

A robust, wiry, shaggy-flop-fro-ed man
Straight arrow of the parking lot
Indifferent, are they ?

You're all fools, you know I'm right
You just don't wanna see it
You don't wanna deal with it

You tainted my beer, painted my name
A new colour of thinking

Outrageous codswallop
Infamous gossip
Destructive worship

I don't struggle to sit on the outside
Just to melt in the rain
I have a tolerance
I have a conscience
I have a condition

You're all fools, and you know that I'm right
If you don't believe me then just read my
Holy scroll that rests atop
The mountain of Timbuktu

You'll spit a taste so vile
Villainous beliefs, total nonsense

But I'm a copper skinned fool
Who thinks for himself
Deal with it

You go on keep reading the ****
From the Masses
Hope it's a hit
You mindless tail
Swinging off a
Gutless *****

Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass
With Frisbees flying over his head
The man has a stash
Which gives us our moments
What makes things expensive
I don't understand
But what I know is that
living is the best I can

Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes
He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind

What a sad picnic party and its melting form
Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn

Let's go away from the stupid, sad people

So      we     can      be        sad      on         our                      own
  Sad                on         our            own       on      our   own
Sad           on      and    off        and    on   and    off
     Sad    on  our           own              on         our   own       sad

My body once an ocean,
Water seeped through my pores,
Now a dry crustacean
Discontent shall be no more

My body a euphoric journey
In a wavely atomic state
In faithful hopes of good fate
No more cynicism, no more hate

No more No more,
I shall do without,
Without animus, without fear
And nor any further shedding of tear

My body a talkative spirit
Good spirit talk some more
Engage the well-winded conversation
But not end in confused frustration

My body animates love from
The surface of my Eyes
I do not wish for anymore Cries
Unneeded to despise

My body with yours
Perfection that pours
Connection that will ever last
Both in present and in past

You and me,
We equate you see,
Like two pods in a pea,
Or is it the other way around?

For beloved Eternity,
Our Universe smiles at each other,
In sane glee
Insane and happy  

Our devotion cystic
The warmth holistic
We protect from Sadistic
Do you see? We click

My body once an ocean
Water seeped through my pores,
Now a dry crustacean
Discontent shall be no more

The earth was grounded
Everything was grounded
And for that matter
It was a matter of colour
And perception
Which had helped me
Search for the connection

I cried in joy at all
And the sounds of all
Which had brought me closer
To the peak of which I had came

My head was a river
And the burning tears came
Within the joyous excitement
I was ecstasy as they were
Creatures of purpose

Alone, you're waiting in the screen of blue
Waiting for something to happen
You yearn for something new

In the screen of blue
Something might happen

You may be there at the right moment
From blue, it is turned to red
Your feelings may dread

You may not want to be read
But that's all okay

Because in the screen of blue
Something might happen

Little man where are we taking you
Hold onto her hand tight
Terminal three is closed
Where must you go

Groggy-eyed bug face,
I think you should wake up now
We're taking you to Chicago
Don't let go of her pretty hands
There's much to see without anyone else

*Thick humid air eats me up
I can smell the American soils
I can see the greens of promised life

White fleet don't talk much
But that's fine with me

The same one stands out on the balcony
Waiting for God to make her move
Dauphine shies the busy-bodied streets
Locks hotel door and cries for no reason
Sailors storm the streets with wooden hands
Grabbing and touching a ***** with termites
Pests lay dead on Toulouse
Katrina laughs at her *****, wet mess

The Miss Daisy sank
She was two hundred feet tall
With no worries at all
There are buskers all around and about

The swamp bar is clean
For my good friend Jimmy
He's here to play
He's come a long way

He is music to my ears
With my pack of 'Boros and my bourbon glass
He straightens the queers

The music floods me with joy
Like a dark cloud of sunshine

I drink to him
I'm the last to stay
I'm dying to play

*Dauphine cries to the sounds of sunken hope and dread
The sound is buried with dying laughter
The drummer is dead
The band plays on

The streets scatter with life
A man with an electronic cross preaches in the streets of Bourbon
He's sad and confused, he's doesn't scare the dumb, drunk townfolk

We're on our cemetery walk
It's hot, sticky and quiet
The Schallenberg trash is full

"Ex umbris et imaginibus ad veritem"

Bus boy and bus girl
Dreaming the jazz theme
The American dream
There's grits on the table
Another sad fable of dreamers with big, crazy dreams

And I flick the cigarette **** on the *****'s SUV
I flee, I hide behind the Southern white veil
I ******* cower

Lady talks with her hands
I cannot ******* understand
The car horns beep again
And the drag queens chase men

It is all just wizard propaganda
It is all a ******* hoax
I want to stab my boss
I want to **** him

I still feel like a child
But with greater patience
The car honks

I feel like I will die sooner than it feels

The same old flowers, the same old pattern
And the door swings again back and forth from the soothing winds

I am drunk again
waiting for the cab
The heavy rain washes
my spirit
Let us spare a fish bowl
for the lonely homeless man
The drunkard Saints I shall
miss them all
When I'm drunk again
I'll give them a call*

Farewell French Quarter
I bid you goodnight.

A dozen blue orbs visible from my view
A phenomenon of fear and fascination
As I was just riding along, the glowing moons had put me to stop
The night sky shot streaks of blue light down at the earth
It is too early for me not to live, I must live
It is undeserving and unfair to be struck by this phenomenon
The other planets hate us, so we must come to an end

Can you cure yourself of being a *****?
May I **** you if you cannot be cured?
Your boy is a starving pilot
Who strives for another let down
Will you bring him down again?
Will you bring your brother back?

It's cool and cloudy in our backyard
The trees are now empty
I feel helpless since they left me

I'm cold and quiet and very scared
I want my parents to come back home
Where are you mom, where you are dad
I feel alone

Ryan and I, we are waiting for you two
The cold *** of coffee is still full from this morning
It's empty though

My lady, she can't get o'er me
My lady, she can't get o'er me
My lady, she always wanna be
My lady, she can't get o'er me

My lady, she got no more time
My lady, she thinks she's all fine
                . . .  thinks she's all fine

My honey, her heads all o'er
She's been searching for that four-leaf clover
She's been searching for that four-leaf clover
But it's nowhere to be found

Love stings but hornets can heal
Gorgeous woman, she do wanna feel
                                                 . . .  feel
                                          . . .  oh yeah

Love can sting but I can't go
Gorgeous woman, I did have ya so
But you ain't mine no more . . .
You ain't mine no more . . .

My poor lady, she'd been hurting
My poor honey, she'd been caught me flirtin'
Sweet gorgeous, there's no more groovin'
I'm sorry baby, there's no more groovin'

O' lady, you'd best be through'in
O' lady, you'd best be through'in

O' lady, we'd best be through'in
O' lady, we'd best be through'in

O'lady you'd best be through now
O'lady we'd best be through now

We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .

*O'lady we'd best through
And outta the moonlight
Oh yea, Me and You
We'd best be through

Passing tears
All behind me
Passing tears
No more surrounding
It's ******* queer
How they tell me
That passing tears
Will deny me

We're passing tears
But the dead
Don't
Know

We travel around
Waiting for the ground
Close your eyes
No more sound
Deafened from death
To hear life
One last breathe
And now we know

They're passing tears
But the dead
Don't
Know