Before guns wore make-up,
We used to put pennies in our socks
So we’d always walk on the root of all evil.

Now Wall Street angels frolic through satellite clouds borrowed
from youths educated by universities of smoke and plastic bags.
                  
(The tears of a child are homage to the waning gods)
For in a day not far away,
Over the painted moon of the Morning Son,
The sun will rise wearing the finest war scars money can buy.

And the screams of humanity will be heard from Venus,
Forgetting that the reciprocal of   L-I-V-E   itself  is     E-V-I-L
And perhaps death is the life meant to be lived.

Naked bodies, empty souls
Bitten ****** lips, from the night before
Empty eyes, brain full of lies
***** sheets, dark, cold room

There she stands, fearless
Nothing can do her harm now
She has been there before
Didn’t find comfort or a safe place to stay, so she made her own

Smoking a cigar, trying to tell herself that this was her destiny, her fate
There she stands, restless
No sleep in her teary eyes
“I did this to myself”, says her broken voice  

Convincing herself
Night after night
Never giving up on what she thinks that is right
“But things didn’t go as you planed”, talks with her head
“I am stronger than that”, repeats after all these stupid thoughts
Reminding herself that she isn’t
Knowing that this is just an act
Just another of her many acts

There she stands, another sleepless night
A night that she doesn’t want to have
It’s that night when she confronts herself
She reminds herself what she really is
A walking phantom - she thinks
“But I am stronger than that”
These words she tries so hard to believe
But she never will

Sleep, please sleep! Yells to herself
But sleep will be late again this night, just like the other nights

Shaking, she thinks of the taste of the cheap wine she drank hours ago
Knowing the headache she will have tomorrow
But she is used to it
If only she could sleep this night
That is all she wants this night

There she stands, loveless
What have I done? She cries
Love let her down
I loved, I will love again - she lies

There she stands, awake in the middle of the night
She will stand up tomorrow
She will stand in her feet
She knows that this will be over

And as the sun raised, and the day begun
There she sleeps
Dreaming a useless dream
But still believing that she is not now, but she will be, stronger than this.

And in the other world, in one better dream, there he stands, sleeping comfortably
He became a better man
He will love and be loved again
And she?
She, tomorrow will throw herself to another man
Not loving, not being loved…

~It wasn’t meant to be he didn’t have time for me.
time was well wasted.
He didn’t love me,
Why should I waste my time on those who don’t care for me,
He couldn’t love me,
I wasted the time he could have spent with her.
He shouldn’t love me.
He’s in love with her.

last night I dreamt of a world with no money,
100,000 sunsets passing without a clash of a coin,
and the ghastly humans with copper under their nails
who spend all day dreaming of having gold there instead,
were nowhere to be found. Lurking near the oak trees
(which always stand, perpetual and insistent)
are aliens with smiles (perpetual and insistent)
who only feel happiness (that strange, absent feel)
and have free time to do free things with free minds
and don't have mankind's titanic burden of worry.
in my dream state I dreamt of states with no war,
poverty or famine, and I dreamt of leaders leading
and people peopling, and indeed the leaders lead
with no other incentive than purely to lead.
no money built walls between homes and lands,
no barriers put up between the wild untamed landscapes
nothing stopped people from traveling their world
that their ancestors created for them and seeing the
sights before they pass to the next stage, all of life
being free of charge, if that were a thing.
money never happened and no man laid awake at night
(or in a deep calm dreaming state) wishing of a world
with money. what would we offer the dreaming man?
a world of misery pain greed and men who dream of
the world the first dreaming man is in? no. it is
ludicrous and ridiculous.
last night I dreamt of a world with no money,
and I turned my head on my pillow and tried to dream
of a lonelier world.