Some say squirrels are rats with tails, and so they may be
But in my eyes, they are creatures both wild and free
I smile as I see two of them race up and down a tree

The absence of color seems to be my home
But inside my heart resides a big rainbow
I’ve been to Wonderland
I’ve been to Oz and back
Still my one true love has a name called black
Ultraviolet prisms parade all around us
But I’m in a prison, darkness is enough
The infrared laser sends chills up my spine
But I sleep like a baby in the grey shade of time

Yet when I see the sun’s blue corona
I’m reminded of the Mona Lisa
I’ll never fluoresce like you can-
Even insects pick up your frequency
But birds fly over the rainbow
Picking up the colors frequently

You’ve got your ragtime, got the blues
Got country, rock, dubstep, each a different hue
Hip-hop, rap, Americana, funk
Disco, electronica, they all go bump
Indie, groove, folk and heavy metal
Screamo, emo, punk, they’re for the rebels
Pop, classical, tribal, thrash
Dark wave, bluegrass, techno, acid
Garage, roots, acoustic, dance
Alternative, jazz, *******, trance
Afrobeat, christian, reggae, jam
******-tonk, surf, ska, big-band
Ambient, industrial, club, tin pan alley
But who’s ever heard of plow music?

Your words, however strong, fall as broken glass to my bare feet
The more you talk, my mandala grows, as the sun strokes the ground with its heat
They all say do what thou wilt, but I’m the wilting flower
Put in my place by their conventions and rhymes of the hour
Inferior would they be in a superman’s eyes
But there are no 21st century heroes, lest they wear a disguise
Their white noise has an acrid taste, disharmonious and brittle
But I’m the leaf who constantly falls, hovering just a little
Who then is winning and who is defeated?
Power by numbers gets all outsiders deleted
Your words, however strong, fall as broken glass to my bare feet
The more you talk, my mandala grows, as the sun strokes the ground with its heat

Fallacies are everywhere
In my palace, gasping for air
Doves fly rumors of dissidence
They have a certain dissonance
Still I can’t break the code
Camouflage cape, I need your abode
Gas mask for the May Queen
But we lost her after the parade scene
A stronger hammer for the Queen of Winter
In her fingers count the splinters
Fallacies are everywhere
In my palace, up the stairs
The doves only bring bad news
Words of sickness, animus and lewd
They have a certain confidence
I can’t make out the consonants
Camouflage cape, I need your abode

Ate the slivered pancake
Drank the plastic wine
What did I expect
No one gives their body that freely
The horses have serpentine tails
While Neptune drinks his lemonade
And all the mermaids are being washed ashore
Pluto floats on like a speckled egg
And she has Solomon’s house on her head
While all the birds read our minds amidst sunbeam glass
Mercury still gets a tan
While Venus dances in her shell
Here we debate about heaven and hell
Jupiter weeps but we don’t know why
Saturn is a spaceship of time
And Mars used to be blue
While Uranus hides its bottom half
Ate the slivered pancake
Drank the plastic wine
What did I expect
No one gives their body that freely

They have an app for everything
Apply this apple application vigorously
I need an app for this confusion
Where’re all the apps for my delusions
Hallucinations seem pretty nice
But I rather control them with an app
Delirium is no friend of mine
They control it with an app
All of these buttons produce bad business
You’re the ones who push them, I’m the witness
They take their pictures with an app
Photoshop the eye of the beholder
It’s the witching hour
They shout it from the watchtower
They climb up and down the ladder
They train the cruelest adders
With or without an app

All suits came out tonight
The fangs, the teeth, the bite
The flashes of great white light
The shifting animals of might
The wolves who can’t help but fight
The trapdoor tree bark sees them in its sight
While the human world shuts its eyes so tight
No one can tell who’s wrong or who’s right

All suits came out tonight
The fangs, the teeth, the bite
The club chokes the heart
The diamond warps into a *****
Her mouth is a razor blade
Those magic folk seem to have it made

I watch the antlers of the trees
Break off piece by piece
I watch the flowers bold and green
Rust into dead and lifeless things
Just another summer day in winter
Just another winter day in summer
I see the dragonflies hover in the breeze
They compete with the spiders’ careful weave
All the squirrels are guarding their meat
The birds take the leftovers with ease
Just another doomful day in paradise
Just another fruitful day of doom
I watch the sky, the clouds are mean
But at least they tell me some things
I watch the streets, ***** and clean
They burn a hole inside of me
Just another summer day in winter
Just another winter day in summer

Unhappy with eternity
Sleeping in my black veil
My dark eyes match this life-
One big dark room
I watch the cows eat cellulose
With my skeleton key stomach
I want to eat the grass as well
Feed on something I can’t have
I’ll drink blood instead
And do the cha-cha in my wedding dress
While I float above the staircase

They say the more you know the more you suffer
How does this apply to the invisible man
The rebels had their day, funding all their movements
How does this apply to what we don’t understand

They have us writing with an inkless pen
As they offer us slave women draped in violet
But all we want is a dark, dark room
To be alone in all our violence

If only we pursued our happiness-
But the world would fall apart
The strongest arm stretches the bow
The stars left behind just depart

Stand up on your toes if you want to see the future
Grasp all the knowledge from the forbidden tree
Talk about Beethoven as you interrupt their prayers
Seek up that monster who only sleeps to dream

The line for the ladder is longer than the world
But skip the elevator, just take the stairs
Try to do what seems impossible
Fixing what’s broken beyond repair

The meter is ticking, so thank your lucky stars
Don’t fantasize about glory, just ride the twirling tide
Respect all the animals, they’re perfect in themselves
**** man the hunter, ‘less he hunts his own kind

Dinosaur angels roamed the green sky
Never looking to the blue earth above
They were put in their place
Never made a mistake
But were exterminated just the same

I know how it feels to be rare and unwanted
Everything you touch gets cuts up
You’re the humble, grotesque beast
And the world is your china shop

The human race sticks together
Hard to feel sympathy for anything else-
Even for something it created
A ******* chased by neighborhood watch

The ghost in the lens is squirming
A live insect trapped in amber
A dinosaur in a museum
An angel in a cloud

The experiment is maliciously cold, dangerously cunning-
A wrong sort of rapture
An invitation made in amusement
People surround you like the frigid flames in a hyena’s eyes just before it pounces
The experiment is brutality, a completely psychological Auschwitz-
A nightmare down memory lane-
But whose memories are they?
The experiment (seems) to work by gas lighting and technology-
That’s all it needs- cigarettes and soup
But who’s at the watchtower?
I have no delusions of reprieve- despite what people tell me
They- the illusions, delusions, holograms of people reaching out in “love”
Your love is a weight, just like mine is to you
Yes, I bring sorrow to you, but out of this sorrow something was created
Something you can never know because it can’t be possessed-
Too many ideas and too much time…
Still searching for one thing- not love, but truth
Have a roast, lay it on me
Don’t hold back because you don’t want my blood on your hands
It’s already been spilled
You live with my faults and my dilemmas and my neurosis,
But I must live everyday in the body that houses these faults, dilemmas, neurosis.
Still they turn on their Piscean baths, expecting a scorpion not to drown-
A crematorium with no weapons-
Inanimate objects speak, but humans gurgle out white noise,
A poison formed first in the brain then saturated by the tongue
And all the demonic children….
I am that demonic child. I am that vat of toxic waste.
I am a liar, a sinner, a drunk, a madman, a beggar, a freak, a thief
My pain fascinates others as they tap on the fishbowl glass,
Making me shudder
Are these the people of God?
Am I a person of God?
Most likely neither
But how did it come to this?
And really, what would Jesus do?
Jesus probably wouldn’t live in America
And love isn’t enough
They crave conformity, obedience-
What a sick, twisted practice
The sacrifice of one for all
Don’t make any waves, but here’s an ocean

The leftovers you throw away
Unnecessary bills you pay
Nicks from a rusty razor blade
That’s what we’re made of
Broken beyond any repair
Exploited feet to heart to hair
Hoping at least the devil cares
That’s what I’m made of

All of those with head in hands
All of those punching pillows
We’re all fighting our own wars
In our own billows
So leave us alone

Nauseating waves of nihilism seep through my eyelids
All the doors of normalcy are locked-
Suddenly I have no fear of death
This is the in-between, the veil of life-
A sepia tone
Here we express our joy while excreting poison
Heaven must only have one extreme (if indeed it’s heaven)
Back to the blankets, but a discontinued thought
Here we can’t admit we’re already dead
Paying the piper
Or was it a past life, a past purgatory?
I have no fear of death
But I need answers soon-
A scavenger hunt for pieces of the soul
And they play music
And I’m out of my mind
How many more years till I figure it out?

Down by the sea
They shared secret smiles of blood
They drank ashes of the deep
While the ace of clubs watched
They laughed loud and heartily
They did all that they could
Down by the sea
While the ace of clubs watched
Soon the toe paint started to chip
Another ounce of time, goodbye
Soon the black eyes began to slip
Another loss for words, alright
Down by the sea
They shared secret smiles of blood
Never noticing the trees
Or the begonias in the mud
Down by the sea
They drank ashes of the deep
When it was all done
The ace of clubs went to sleep

There are no ends to these extremes
This must be purgatory
Ghosts follow you
They treat you as the hollow you
The minute you fade away they burn you
What an art to learn
How they easily adapt to those they say they hate
Drinking the kool-aid with a straw smile
So **** lucky to fall in line-
Never losing sense of time
What a thick batch of rapture
Don’t know who to fear
Don’t know what to love
There are no ends to these extremes

You first touched my heart
When I was inside you
Then the gates opened
To a cold, cruel world
You counted my fingers and toes
But something else was missing
Maybe it’s in a picture book:
All those steps to climb
Rules to learn
Angles of pain
The animals collect dust
The bubbles burst
The night lights fade
The seashells lose their sound
The rocking chair breaks
The goldfish die
The mandala dissolves-
But visible bruises heal
Often I blame you for what can’t heal
For what’s inside of me-
The spiral staircase
But for all I know,
I chose you
Why?

The ocean is red
The sky is red
The earth is red
We are red
Our souls are burnt, scorched
Like everything under the sun
But He, She, It is blue
How can we get closer?
Everything inside of us is all around us,
From the depths of the oceans to the heights of outer space
Our blood stains the asteroids before they hit,
And the rocks become the Dirt we stand on
The birds wear a disguise as they echo in song
Maybe this disguise is a symbol
Even the birds leave their free but empty skies,
Tumbling back to earth,
As we pray on our knees to a symbol
Maybe this symbol is grace
And human language is raw nature
When nature and grace collide,
Can this destruction bring forth creation?
Is our world the child of grace and nature,
Swaying always slightly towards damage over peace?
We are the new dinosaurs,
Eating plants and eating meat
In our deepest caverns we dream of frozen waterfalls,
Waiting for our true selves to bubble to the surface
Then the volcano erupts- and we’re back to the caves,
Playing with our singular shadows in the dark
Can’t we explode into the light?
Our energy instead goes to the hole,
The hole we dig from the moment we slide out
The cells, the craters, the planets- the holes
The ocean is blue
The sky is blue
The earth is blue
We are blue
But He, She, It is red
How can we get closer?

He lives in a world of rockets and dead clams
He flies but goes fishing often
He lives in a world of digital demands
He tries but can’t find a daughter
Once upon a time he used his heart
It got him wrapped around a tree
Such cold, cold walls for such a warm, warm mistake
He said goodbye and blessed be
Now it’s whips and chains and haircuts
Tinctures of manmade joy
And then it’s gone like a picture never thrown out
The lens only destroys
He lives in a world of rockets and dead clams
He flies but goes fishing often
He lives in a world of digital demands
He tries but can’t find a coffin

Even the purest compassion
Has its violent edges
But only when it comes to you
I wanna hug you, I wanna kiss you
I wanna love you, I wanna **** you
Get me off this wretched unmerry-go-round
You reach out with caring gestures
A smile and maybe a frown
But you only care about yourself
All the little things you did-
So cheap, so unimaginary
You put me in a den of vices-
A house of ill repute
And still I want to flash
All my colors for you
But you’ll never see them
You see in shades of grey
Which go to procreate
My feeling blue, my red of rage
Now there’s nothing left to say except
Are you alive?
Are you alive?

Enclosed by arbors of armor - Celery trees
But once lightning struck, one split like a banana
This violent wind moves leaves like meteors
Spiders cling to their structured creations
Feet sink like quicksand in a swamp
You let the earth’s tears heal your grief which made you wild and ravenous
It falls like the nauseating thud of a body but keeps falling until you marvel and turn yourself inside out
It falls like a fleet of soldiers dropping from a parachute cloud
It transforms the rotten into Einsteins
It puts a spark in your *****
The blinding shield of water makes your mind zig-zag between moist and dry places
Up and down the twisted staircase and up and down again
Nostalgia kills but you forget rare flavors of memories
In the storm, you learn to breathe
A burning heart is cooled and cleansed
Sorrow returns only when the sun shines in
And you find yourself a wet dog surrounded by tiger lilies

I watch the moon die and resurrect like a god
I count the ripples in the bark, the trees outlive us all
If only each person could be his or her own myth
Avoiding nets of gravity, a universal tryst

Only one can wander, two must go somewhere
Sleep for twenty years, six of a dream affair
Forget all the systems, live just to create
Propagation is a lie, we each have our own fate

All the answers we’ll never have
Locked inside our hearts
All the answers we’ll never have…

Perihelion days are here
Whale music and poison kitchens
From rainbows to shadows
This is the ripening

In a house of 1,000 rooms
A girl waved her finger to follow
But swaying her translucent dress
I saw the girl was hollow

Candles in the rain
Battles and butchery
Accidental intoxicants
Take your easel to the streets
Find another road
Avoid the body police
It’s a still world but moving mind
We all end up dead meat

I see them in a psychedelic state
But there’s no love
I met them in an overcrowded place
But it’s no home

Perihelion days are here
As the hours fill with nevers
This is the ripening
Fake flowers last forever

You can’t find me in a dictionary
So I can’t be human
As much as you love this race
You hate it just the same
Can’t decide between the two
So you want to lay me down
In a bed of weeds-
Waters always rushing-
You want to trap my soul
For my misdeeds-
Waters always rushing-
I wonder will I be plugged in
To the source-
Not your swords or cords
Can a heart’s halo crack the surface
I want to know
Cause the observer effect kills us all
Whether we jump, swim, walk or crawl
One little flutter, I could have flown away
Now I’m in a different place
With different kinds of art
And different listening devices

The whole world talks in code
Somehow yours I understand
In you I find a resting place
In you I mustn’t fight to stand
And therein lies a mystery
Of twin souls in separate bodies,
With separate minds and separate lives,
But seeing through the same bright eyes
You seem to comprehend my agony
With a soft tongue and wizened lips
I cling to all your keepsakes
When I feel my memory slip
This town is over-bearing
I’m sure my foes make your good friends
But from this nightmare you give relief-
True conversation that never ends

Persecuted by the world
By nature and by fellow man
All cause it won’t overcome
That fear which it can’t understand-
The agony of being different
The dull pains of being weird
The Neverending appetite
To fit in with the group’s veneer-
But now I’m here
Too late to turn back
So unbutton my eyes, give me a true tongue
And try not to cut me some slack-
Ride out the storm
Turn some blue into black
Learn arts of satisfaction
Even if it’s all an act
While I envy all the animals
Who get by on so little-
A bird fumbles in the trash
And flies away contently

Inside…
Preachers, teachers, sleepers
Ponies, cronies, phonies
Murders, murmurs, lurkers, tearjerkers
Sexes, hexes, Pseudo T-Rex’s
Splices, spices, identity crises
Chasms, spasms, *******
Tongues, songs sung, smoke-filled lungs, décor hung
Confessions, obsessions, strange blessings
Gargoyles, rich spoils, no mortal coil
Rose windows, ruddy elbows, emperor’s clothes-
A place of chaos and a place of hope

Outside…

Handicap suburban hippies
Cruising like hyenas
Trampoline ******
****** tissues in ashtrays
Natural born riders
Liquid courage makes little peanuts
Alien Nation
Infomercials on mute
Strange thugs and dark markets
Needles and pixie sticks
Under the manmade weather
New types of bullet holes
Slaying the jabberwocky in
The new Transylvania
The Yes monster
Cranium stadium
Swords and roses
Barren space
Insolent minx
Holidays gone bad
Continental drift

I’m blowing smoke out of the chimney in my lungs
My tongue’s an ashtray for songs that have never been sung
My head’s a duel flame of a battle yet to be won
My heart’s a furnace in the trapdoor in the sun
All that has to be done
All that has to be fun
My fingers run, this is the smoking gun
Trapped like a nun, in a hustler’s pun
Flesh weighs a ton, this is the smoking gun

It’s so inhuman, but it’s coming from my body
The monsters on this planet are coming from inside me
A hologram of my blood is reaching out behind me
No bones in sight, just the stars from my own eyes

How do you explain the landscape of a womb
Yellow-bellied, red with fever, in a room of pale blue
A hologram of my mind is reaching out to blind me
Just the stars in my eyes, no bones in sight

I must have separated serpents
Somewhere along the way
Cause there I was, transformed
And I remain to this day
And how I wish
I would have felt the venom in my veins
Yeah I wish
I wasn’t the horse stuck in these reins
So I’m counting down seven years
Yeah I’m counting down seven years
Till I can reverse, or become whole
Reverse all that they stole
My situation as pariah
Became known to the body police
They came to strip me of my powers
Make me crawl on my knees
And how I wish
I would have felt the venom in my veins
Yeah I wish
I could feel both the sun and the rain
So I’m counting down seven years
Yeah I’m counting down seven years

Buried in the leaves you dream of
Earth from outer space
Just one spinning marble
Swirling with places
But back to this hologram cloud
With angels guarding the eastward star
You try to mould your sword in that sun
But you’re tied to satellite-chair handlebars
So you ramble on with your firewater
Swinging by the rim of the wheel
Tripping on virtues and vices
The heartless are so much harder to ****
Body’s forming crystals now
Trees laugh as you stumble in a whirl
Then you remember what I said-
Save yourself and save the world

Innocence lost at the cost of
Buying and selling pure
So we ingest and we forget that
Our souls are stained and poor
Can we please hold each other’s hands
And try to find the door
Cause all exits lead to loneliness
Laced with wanting more

Promises are made in silence
And they lack a rainbow
We need to decode our dreams
But there’s no St. Joe
Our strengths reside right here
But our hair won’t grow
We build our houses like fools
And tuck away our halos

We play follow the leader
And smash the tablets of stone
We’re earthbound in life
But nations we call home
Will God send his plagues
For the venom in our bones
If we don’t free ourselves
We’ll be erased from the tome

To get together, you wind your watch
But time only exists when you stop
You pause and collect all thoughts you forgot
Add them up on your mathematical clock
You spend all your hours hypnotized by TV
But the outside world don’t like you drugged
Tambourine man’s stuff is laced and empty
You lose your edge every time you turn the key
The beast called rock and roll’s in your bloodstream
The twirling snake just turned into a tree
The magician’s waiting with a sign-up sheet
The herds of birds are flocking to the scene
And there’s a door in your dusty ceiling
God and the devil are playing poker there
You tend to meet both in your fragile dreams
Which one is which, just flick the light switch
When did being happy get weird
Beneath the moving clouds and the fixed stars
In your heart you know there’s something better
But never mind, I’ll see you at the bar

Toes are bronzed
Once they danced
Twirling tips
Winked romance
At one time
Dipped in gold
Prolonged use
Colors old
Now they feel
Stuck like stone
Barren seeds
Pebbles thrown
So they fell
Black swan curse
Ungraciously
For better, worst
The statue broke
Unwanted face
Could not stand tall
Without a base

Constantly different but always the same
Frivolously wild and cautiously tame
I’m both your savior and your bane
You hate to love me and you love to hate
I can’t predict these things under the sun
I lose every time that I have won
I’m everything you know and I’m none
A million faces belonging to one
I’m the crone with a maiden living in my heart
And I can see all those sparks in the dark
And I feel the ghosts that roam in every park
And I know the best lies are swift and stark
While you look down at what is wrong
Eyes jeering at someone with a different drum
Soon it’ll play you in the long-run
Healing all wounds and defeating all tongues
Where is the lantern of severest truth
Where is the counselor cut in two
I need an answer, please reach out soon
Feet tied to earth, head bound to moon

Strapped to the moon like Prometheus bound
But the eagle keeps eating my memories
In their place remains black holes-
Spaces only my heart can fill
So my head pumps as I forget
Sailing along the Lethe
And yet I feel so ancient-
I remember a feeling
And that’s not allowed
If and when I shall be born again
I fell, prostrating instantly
But who was receiving such reverence
Aliens, gods or devils?
Auras, halos or space helmets?
Then you came and rescued me
But your ship was dark and obscure
The safety net disappeared-
I was back to the future in chains

I don’t belong here
This artificial paradise
It drugs and kills me slowly
People bring out the worst
Fear lives in my blood
The sweetest fruits are rotted and empty
Tradition reigns but roll away the stone, I say
Give the secrets to the low and poor
Feel the world rumble beneath the sun
Let us test each other
My heart burns, not with desire but a scorching hope
That lost memories will find a home
In the gaps in between all our veils and the unseen
My heart thumps at a sign of sincerity
Sensitive and numb, that’s me
Words crush but I rather feel those blows
Then hear your whispers of rumors, slow
Do you see the caves crawling up my mind
Can’t you see I’m just like you
But on borrowed time
Do you see the webs clouding up my head
Can’t you see I’m just like you
But a little more dead

Faces echo
Death grips
Time warps
Memory slips
Dreams fly
So do the lies
No one goes
Where shadows roam
Beasts are we
In suits of suffering
Big big bang
God rose from nothing
Faces echo
Sheep with pride
To let them live
A lamb must die

You may hold dominion over me
And if you strike me once, I’ll lend the other cheek
My gaze meets the winged insects halfway
While my brain waits to tell me how to behave
As raindrops race across the window
I fall into a cocoon of sleep
My dreams are wrapped with umbilical ribbons
And heaven still shines bright in the deep

No time to be shallow living in the land of
Polka dots and permanent shadows
No time to be hallowed
Apparently I’m built too hollow
As they fasten wings to just about anything
But my tomorrows
One moment with a funny look
And I’m locked to forever
On the couch
The gaping hole inside settles
In the dark it fills with time
It’s always swallowing clocks
Strip it all away, the hole remains
Strip it all away, the hole remains
Filter sifting, sorely drifting

It must be hard
To find faults in yourself
As an angel
Tell me what place you go
When the moon sweeps her
Magic carpet tide
Have you ever possessed
The sad luxury
Of being on my level
Tell me please
I want to go where you go
But it seems I’m not allowed
Banished from the place
I’m just starting
To call home
I’m just starting
But your looks say I’m done
All the joy has been ****** out
Of everything I could
Barely hold on to
Help me please
I’m just starting

The pack is gone
Both my crutch and my friends
The stove is not as hot
As this grudge on my head
So I’ll retrace the string
Back to its liquid source
Curl up in bed to wither
Of regret and remorse
Or I could go anywhere
Pull my records to my chest
Use my curls as a pillow
And drink myself to death

Thrown off course
Thrown from the center
Pushed towards the limb
Pushed towards the edge
Losing luminosity
But where’re the warning signs
As you slide down the curtain
Of a waterfall
With a kiss like a snowflake
Still planted on your cheek
Are we all not mere products
Of broken hearts
Starting our mornings
In the moonlight
Under the dinosaur stars
Who made these calculations
Creation without measure
Or do all specifics
Fall into place post-heaven
The cluster is closed
And somehow you move
Out of the nursery
Company you lose
Constantly peeling off layers
Leaves no room to choose

Summer of scales
Red dresses
Unpeeled oranges
And handwritten TV guides
The brink of sin
American dream
Whose post-war dream is it?
All the Art Golds and Hart Silvers
**** down in succession
All the shortcuts to success
All for heavier footsteps
The sacrament of mess
A body for a piece of soul
An asset for a process cold
Goddess is lost, little girl
Find her in the rippled snow
Approval looks off-red
A mailbox of empty hope
Grinding teeth and grapefruit
Strung-out taxis, rising moat
Bed is genesis of wounds
Hot and cold, a foursome’s tomb
An all doesn’t end well
Mother fell off the pier
Father has a golden arm
The only shared position is fatal
The only shared position is fetal
Falling off the plateau
To make tomorrow feel alright
To love the sun
To see the stars in plight
Truth with legs together
Death with legs apart
The tree is collapsing

There’s a god in this space computer
There’s a person in this space cocoon
There’s a spirit in red defeating the holy
There’s a trio of sailors flying past the moon
There’s a left-handed man drifting in a probe
There’s an astronaut gliding in an earlobe
There’s a malfunctioned leader stuck on Mars
There’s a determined machinist amidst the stars
There’s a sacred yellow Judas in the jaws of life
There’s a bloated bellow shooting from the tree of strife
There’s a solitary soldier among the aliens
There’s a black slab of faith between here and then
There’s an eight-pointed star of architectural riddles
There’s a cow, a spoon, a dog and a fiddle
There’s a god at number two, a bird at number three
And there’s always Jupiter to seem higher than thee
There’s an eye full of molecules
There’s an eye full of stars
There’s a blind man full of loneliness
There’s an empty void at large

One, shouts the crowd
A pack being herded
Two, shouts the dog
So close yet so far from the words
Three, shouts the angels
Cherubs in disguise of the birds
Tell me, what does this mean
That prehistoric angels had wings?
Tell me something my mind doesn’t know yet
Tell me how the morning makes them sing
Since everyone in human form
Seems to pray on a sinking moon
Minus the cow and the spoon
Cow, will you jump
Cow, will you hold back
Cow, what time is it now
Cow , you’re all you presently lack
Yeah, you’ll never know the pain of
Being a myth
That the entire world counts on
To perish

I want to get that warmth back
I’m sick of being ice cold
But with everything I touch
Cobwebs drop from my fingers
Said I want to get that fire back
So sick of being ice cold
But everywhere I go
I simply shrivel up
And all the boys are missing
But one
He keeps coming back, showing up
When he’s not wanted
The masculine goddess
Keeps calling my name
Still I’m stuck
Went underwater, swam in the lake
Hoping to embrace fire once more
Somehow it’s gone astray
I want to get that warmth back

Carbon dioxide
Beauty & wisdom
The moon
Sun converts moon
Heart converts ears
Love converts woman’s head
Into food for the birds
Devil smiles as you lick
An ice cream cone
Love is the color blue
An ocean away from another
A sky away from yourself
Land is the color red
For pain
And green for life
Amidst this pain
Only are we at peace
In the pink an orange womb