A flower,
Blood-red, fiery, blazing yet not burning,
Grows from the earth


Watered by the blood and tears
Of dying children clutched to the
The ******* of their mothers’ skeletons


Planted in soil
Rich with the bones of soldiers, of warriors,
Of fathers, brothers and sons long dead


Aired by the final breath
Of a thousand innocent souls
Crying in anguish
Screaming in pain
Fading into nothingness
Dying away.


Growing
Developing in all its beauty,
All its deadly beauty,
Death’s flower of doom,
The lily of the valley of death
Death’s ever beautiful
Ever lovely,
Ever deadly rose of sharon.
War.

Dreams
Like voice teachers
And fathers
Have their purpose

Dreams
Like insecure voice teachers
And fathers
Have their faults

Dreams
Like voice teachers
And fathers in hospital
Come at a price

Dreams
Like old voice teachers
And fathers with cancer
Die

That moment you feel
like your reality is held together by
mis-laced bits of duct tape and chewing gum
that borderline twilight
dancing between sanity and rage
the seams slowly unraveling
the cloth comes undone
revealing naked truth beneath
that we are all stark raving mad
who'd want to stay alive
in this hell hole
we call a world

E'en in a city that doesn't sleep,
The moon fools us lovers with promise of dreams,
With promise of light and touch and caress,
one kiss stolen in moonlight,
one hushed bated breath.

The crystal siren may have robbed us of our tears,
but she can never steal those that music brings to our eyes,
those that a broken heart tears from our soul,
those that a kiss goodbye wrenches from our hearts.

It would be so easy to fall back,
On to the train tracks,
On to a habit,
On to my needle,
Into your arms,
Into a dream,
Into your heart,
Such love and grace,
From fallen angels as we.

The moon fools us lovers
With promise of dreams
E'en when those dreams
Come apart at their seams

So many offers,
So many looking,
To get away,
To give love,
To lose pain,
No wonder we run away,
No wonder we try to fly.

The moon fools us lovers,
Knowing I am the king of fools.

That feeling like someone walked over your grave
That shakes you from head to toe
That feeling like you walked out of summer's arms
Into a sheer wall of snow
feel that sensation, that burning knife
That turns in your back and spreads
Now hold it , then chain
And it don't let it go
It'll remind you what it's like to be dead

was magst du
in diese heilige zeit
Was magst du
in diese dunkle nacht

Mit verringertem atem
und geschlossenen augen
mit schallgedämmt Gebet
und vergeudete Stunden

in diesem dunkle stunden
mit tränen und liebes und leiden
Was macht du liebling
was macht du schatz
was Sie auf der Suche nach

If a dream dies
and there's no one but you who cared
Did it really exist?

I believe a leaf of grass
is no less than the journey work of stars
I feel that a touch
holds more than a kiss
I know a castle fair
can be likened to prison bars
I pray that ignorance
can someday be bliss

A blank slate
A slate wall
A wall blocking
Why can't I get around
Frustration
Where's the magic button
Others had flower gardens
Muses of sort
why don't these work for me
Stand and walk
Two words...
**** and chair
******* overrated
Pop a brewski
Gas twists and twirls
God that bottle neck looks inviting
Magic button found
Wall lifts
Beer almost dropped
Rush
Flash of images
Flash of color
Caught in the middle of the scene
A man expected to reproduce a Rembrandt
A Rembrandt on notepad paper
Slight pause for dramatic effect
Then.....
The words fly
The smile creeps
Manic
Exhilarating
Skipping between minds
Different people
Different places
Same time. 
Different times
Legalized schizophrenia
The wall is lifted
the slate is filled