Tied your hands and feet
Fed you to the aviator
You're a king and you're loved
So you must be put to death
We need a miracle, man
Stripped naked, blood-red cape
Wreath of spinous wood
Pounded in by hammering bark
Spit, hit, mocked, robbed, derobed
Sent to the place of a skull
Grape juice from a sour vine
Rationed you away by nine
A thief to your left
And a thief to your right
Begging for bulletproof miracles
Eclipsed, forsaken
Wine-soaked sponge,
A scream,
And he's gone

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

Is it dawn or dusk
I can't tell
But I feel competent
I know what lies ahead

Cocktail parties
And bar-stool nights
It's no longer Main Street
It's the Nile

When the amulet of ringlets
From my eyeball glass
Makes me tumble evermore
Into the damp, dark streets

Another binge
Another ******
Another lavish fee
For yet another shoddy ghost

But it eases my loneliness
Boosts my confidence
Entices my fantasy bone
Relaxes my harried soul

Got to purge this moral anemia
Splurge on all academia
Just to feel the surge
That makes the brain waves flow

But this merry go round and round
Don't stop when the music does
My rock bottom is an ocean
Swirling to the siren's call

I've tried everything
Under the sun
But neuroses can't be cured
When you're under someone's thumb

I put it all on the shelf
Hid the corkscrew and the belt
Just to gnash it open with my fangs
Releasing all those hunger pangs

Cause I can't live for laundry lint
Or wait for the big accident
I know better than to read a tragedy
When my palette's clean

Spirits in this glass
Help me rid those in my life
I've got reasons of the flesh
But mostly of the mind

Took so many blows from the outside
I'm poor at heart
I'm dominated by
The lack of vine inside

I need to stimulate my senses
To simulate my defenses
Swimming with the sharks
Against these high tides

Don't want to be nobody's public charge
My reprieve came early
My sentence fastened like a bag of bricks
My caretaker's not waiting by the pearly gates

So just let me be insulated
Let me keep warm
Ignore those violet stains on my shirt
Ignore this violent strain in my voice

Undernourished an inhuman
They all want revelation with good endings
But when it's 4AM, every hour of every day
You start to hold tight to these newborn dreams

So easily familiar, so wretchedly out of reach
Praying for bonanza or ultimate decay
You can't settle for anything else
So you rather hold your breath and wait

The mouse and the bat
Protruding through that hole in the wall
It's always little animals
No dinosaurs

I keep snapping my fingers
Making signs of a deluded cross
Cause I ain't got no gravy train
And I ain't got no St. Helen

Guess I'll remain on the porch
Travel through the marshes of the storm
Asked for blood to transform my fears
But they gave me Mut's duped and heavy tears

They all want heaven on a stick
A cornucopia of tricks
I'm just trying to survive
The next twenty minutes

It's always
"Did she jump or was she pushed?"
But no one really cares
It's a cold case for the books

In the dark night of the soul
You're just a relic to behold
Stuck in the bell jar
Like an innocent monster

The world's on crack
And it's not all it's cracked up to be
So I'll wallow in my 96 proof blood
This straight Apple Jack's the only savior I see
(It's all a royal harem's conspiracy)

Light keeps the darkness at bay
Darkness keeps the atoms in sway
Memories faked as much as faith
Raw neurons on a birthday cake
Wet leaves stuck to white car hoods
Look just like bullet-holes would
Sketch me, photos make broken shelves
Till leaping lamb of hope kills itself
Come together and taste some death
You'll be like Seth or burn like ****
Googly-eyed with brains all fried
Notes the secret satellite
Reality shifts under your feet
As your door breaks down, here comes the heat
Pink fish visions and scaly birds
Robots prophesize unsaid words
Indians paid with camera lenses
While the moon loses all her ******
Americans watching cartoon life
As their hands turn clay and rust is rife
Yeah, we all got our own dead twin
Tastes like cinnamon vitamins
You ******* dumb deadly lifeless fools
Reject anything until it's cool
Light keeps the atoms in sway
Darkness keeps the shadows at bay

Mechanical house-slave, iron foot
Beast of burden on everyone
I don't deserve my portion
Your eyes scream abortion
Where once there was overkill

No more working for the man
Nine to five suicide
Instead I'll rot here slowly
No risks or big explosions
No walking into traffic

Turtle doves laugh and procreate
While my hands move on *****-dish clocks
Wonder how long I could gargle this soap
Before finding the golden solution to cope
These walls are nauseating

Drink to oblivion
Take but never give
Don't ask me why my heart's still beating
Or why my good behavior's fleeting
I didn't make any deals

Don't know why these things have happened
Nor the names of these sins
Locked lips have turned to skeletal stitches
My unknown crimes became their riches
And now I'm in memento limbo

I'm trying so hard to escape
To unravel these fists into fingers
All I need is a bus ticket & some fun
But maybe I'd be better with a trench coat & gun
Put this cardboard city on the map

Never knew secrets could ****
Change can't come without shedding dead skin
I fear I've nothing to build upon
They're all planning bets and cons
While I'm Pierrot in a small air duct

Arctic hearts turn blind eyes
I want to lift these weights off your shoulders
But nothing seems to suffice
Perhaps all that's left is self-sacrifice
A charming, tragic gamble into dust

Meanwhile, you should buy another pet
Their souls are more immune
To the metamorphosis disease
Doubt you want to be the one to clip wings
Off of locusts & flightless birds

Believe me when I say I'm sorry for wounding the womb
Just wish I could comprehend the deed
Please enlighten me
I want to make amends
Before this dull flame becomes a house fire

The night arrives, wicked and sentimental
It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle

And the moon gives women their claws
As mother earth opens her jaws
And swallows whole all the phalluses
The rich men and their palaces

And broken seashells look like fragments of planets
We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets

And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some
As the rest of the planet comes undone
And the drunkards are eager to play their roles
As the martyrs wait to save their souls

The flame that survived the storm
Deviates from the norm
A pariah born
In unsymmetrical form
Only when it burns out
Will an apocalypse come
Calling all you monsters
Unite as one

In School
In a pool of cliches
I meant to define myself
I meant to stand out without trying
I meant to excel
But without that skill
You simply rebel
Or repel
Laws of attraction
Simple, really
They preach us to learn
But really they meant
"Know how to burn"
Classy, lightly, a flicker
Don't fade out
Last till you're blue
When you're blue
Wait till the burn-out
Don't wet your naive fingers
Even if it takes a million years
That or take an occupation
A job
(More like Job)
Endure your suffering
Put air into a dead corpse
Celebrate Columbus day
Know your atoms
Twenty-six times none is Eight
And it flows and flows
But they don't show you
The importance of rivers
They don't show you
The importance of clouds
They don't show you
The importance of being shrouded
In an aura all your own
They just show you how to blend
Mix of wool an apartheid
Don't blend, just weave
Breathe in, breathe out
That's all you're made to do
Breathe in, breathe out
And be happy to die
Just be happy to die

You're such a good ******* detector
But I'm the one that's defective
I can't tell if you're an ally
Or an undercover detective

Cause around these parts
The air is toxic
It's **** or be killed
With a dash of pretzel logic

All we've ever known was apathy
And all we've ever felt was confused
So we popped pills and hit the bottle
Using to avoid feeling used

But you're an artist
You make up stories
I can't tell if I fascinate you
Or if you find me boring

I don't want to be a prop
To occupy your hours
I don't want to be your pet
With you holding all the power

Most of all, I don't want to be manipulated
By the impulses of those that whisper in your ear
I just want friendship reciprocated
I need words that are sincere

So please excuse my insecurities
But you knew what you were getting into
I'm the fragile, broken cargo
Of a bird that never flew

Cameras in the walls.
Voices in my head.
Static or feedback?
LSD in water bottles.
Poison in my food.
No harm, no foul?
Blue Typing Gibberish on Digital TV.
Blurry Radio Frequency.
Communication breakdown?
Narcs wearing rainbow flags.
Cops dressed as man's best friend.
Do you see how they draw you in?
Whispers, stares and secrets.
Friends, liars, friars.
Who is really there?
Noises in the basement.
Sadistic faces in the windows.
Where is my knife?
Laughing hyenas
Spineless Lizards
Aren't they so pretty?
Misplaced belongings.
A key that looks copied.
Can we move to outer space?
Bad cell phone reception
Suspicious men in suits
Am I guilty of something?
Trauma-based mind control.
****** hell in a bottle.
What's the formula?
Reach out Reach out
Help Help
"Would you like a Noose?"
Paranoia, Ignorance
Gnosis, Bliss
Curse or blessing?
Burn a bridge
Burn a bridge
Burn a bridge?

I wasn’t thinking about you, all my layers are peeled
So what cha doing here, or were you tucked away back there
Stuck like a headstone on the wrong grave, spoiled pear
See I’ve worked by the circle, for the cone, in the square
As the microwaves singed my back-of-neck hairs
I’ve worn ****** on my tongue, heart and sleeves
I’ve known moral decadence and faithless deeds
But when my number’s up will I seek rest
Or stick around to see what’s next
Cause every time I think of something good
Genie instead sends Mr. reaper in his hood
And flesh only loves the latest grain of scandal
Gloating over others’ skin of shame with wickless candles
If we can’t enjoy what’s given, why give the gifts at all
And how is there a Jesus if everybody falls
The wizened saints and wizards stumble stealthily in the sunset
Law of attraction, more like Russian roulette

You shouldn't steal when you can borrow
Didn't your mama teach you better?
No? Then get some therapy
No one's accountable for your needs
Not to any degree

But still you must've had a teacher
Deception's a perfected skill
But remember to taste-test that pill
After all you're the prince
Who never leaves fingerprints

In the end though
The vertical flow's
Gonna catch up to you
You can't go round & round forever
Spreading your slander tender

Still,
I just wanna see you suffer
At the hands of another
Just so the blood in your mouth becomes real
Now you're the one tacked to the wheel
Now tell me does that seem surreal?
I didn't think so

Parade around in mechanical cotton
Is that the flavor of the weak
Posing as Byron with a frankincense tree
Blood-letting to support your creed
Forgetting that the best grows naturally

The voodoo with the prodigal knife
The who's who of nautical nights
The tight *****, diabolical wife
Wounded a rabbit's tongue
Kept me from speaking up

But I dare you to take your servants
Into your sacred space of merchants
Lay your supper in the bedroom
See if they make a purchase

Or do they wanna see you suffer
At the hands of another
Just so the blood in your mouth becomes real
Now you're the one tacked to the wheel
Oh, what can be revealed
I sure hope so

So how's your precious golden cup
Is it half empty, or full with bad luck
Can you taste the iron in the stuff
Or is their protest practicing
Waiting to burn you on the last drop

Could have married a music man
An impresario with big hands
Till you showed up with plastic plans
An a conductor's wand made of tree bark
But you never had the guts to bite

See, unlike your faceless drones
I truly needed a home
I'm not the one who disowned you
I don't get off on selling soldiers
Wrapped in videotape

So why did you wait so long
To sell me out
It wasn't a hot summer
Guess your supply was in a drought
Poor, poor pitiful me
Just wanted an apology

But I guess I'll have to settle
For watching you suffer

Freelance astronaut
With a ponytail
On the late-night shift
Took this rocket many times before
No nightmare grivets

Still something creeps inside
As I watch the metal birds fly
Like the wind before a tornado
Mister Rogers with a red glass eye

And I dream of forts and storm shelters
Paper crackers and magazines
But they're only crops in my head
Ding-**** the witch is dead

Got my coupons
Got my waivers
Better get on board
Blink an eye
Past the borderline
Trace the silver biblical chord

But what's this terror
What's this sensation
I'm alone and bound and tied
Promethean sacrifice
See the cavity craters
In my peripheral eye

Reading rainbow I can't read you
All I see is a misty circle
Butchered ogdoad for a baker's dozen
But three isn't what you'd expect

These ropes want to be untied
Menstrual men and cosmic spies
Feel them all from below
Hear them all from above
Like dead wind chimes

Constant cough
Shakes my lower wards
But somehow
Bone-chilling cold
Soothes alignment
Reminds me
The free will
Have we to create
In isolation
Have we our own
Congregation
Less with bells
More with shapes
Have we the will
To create
Bleeding internal
Is my own
Infernal path
Keeps me warm
Gives me all the
Warmth I long for
Makes me laugh
When kids
Throw snowballs
At my fortress
So unaware of the
Wild depths that wait

I taste the moon
As I strive for Eden’s perfection
And with you I can’t tell the difference
Between trauma and adventure
I climb into the picture
And crawl out with dead hope
Cause controlling the mind
Is like controlling the wind
Try to be the sage that sleeps by day
But his bewilderment causes impaired memory
What do you do,
When happiness and suffering are the same?
A love triangle- stuck inside the pyramid
A little pain can make you stronger,
Or it can **** you-
How long until you’re dead weight?

It must be a sign of growing up
When you no longer have to respond
With formulated laugh-out-louds
Oh, the awkward feeling
The simulation of being real
They don't know how to take it
When you used to be a clown
And now your world surrounds
Neither you nor them
You're spinning on a different axis
And it's so peaceful
And they feel threatened
But it's ok
Somebody somewhere was on to something
When they wrote words of a pro
But echoed thoughts of digression
It's not ok to be weak
Within the frame of a square
But being down's never felt so
So, revelatory
And their worries surround
A schedule of hurries
A cell for a box
A box for a cell
You choose a space filled with nothing
And that's ok
Stayed so long in the blue
Your world turns red
But it's ok
Your slang is from no dictionary
And that's ok
Flummox your way
To a cantankerous position
It's ok
The world has always been a little bit off
And you're the world
And they're too on
On like an insect trapped in glass of honey
Stay sweet
No matter what
Stay sweet
They're a dime a dozen
And you're less endangered
Than you think

Broken shards of coffee glass, french vanilla
Chinese food and a long walk home
Wasn't ready to get on the bus
Got a job than lost it
To a roommate who seduced my one true love until he left
Then he showed up-
A face from the past who loved hockey
And he didn't make me sing about my leather-
He just wanted me to laugh and dance
And reminded me of its vitality
Back to vanilla coffee glass and Chinese
Still not ready to get on the bus
(It's gonna be a long walk home)

A spear. An apple. A wing. A question mark split down the middle. B and V. Our biology. A pair of puckered lips never meant to bare teeth. A stamp. A shoe that doesn't stomp. A hard hat stubborn to turn and to change. Grows until you die, but shrinks all the same. A manmade symbol. A hallmark holiday. A trickster fairy's best weapon. Romance, erotica, intimacy an *******. Love, but not the love the world needs most. Reproductive organs, upside-down or right-side up. A moon. A teddy bear's ears. An inverted triangle. A horizontal, double-scooped ice cream cone. Weighed with a feather from a guard of hell, and we have heavy, hungry hearts. Without another ond we can't fly. Two snakes united in a kiss embrace. Evol.

They say we've got to get back to the garden
We got to pull up the roots and wear them on our sleeves
But when you're truly feral, you're somehow still not free
The mud without the lotus, the ***** without desire
A soul asleep too long is born into dirt
Constructed from stale rain and hand-me-down-pain
One flick of the switch and you could have been hallowed
One cruel little trick and here you are hollow
The cosmic sadist and his moral compass
Gets off on selling sanctuary
A painter with the world as his canvas
A scientist with earth as his experiment
A ****** watching a glass-bowl of fish
An Aids avalanche, volcano cancer
Heartbreak earthquake, hurricane mistake
The rolling dice is our degree of pain
A black man's endowed to plant seeds of poverty
A white man's enshrouded with mental instability
Genetic karma makes the whole thing spin
Grandfather was a ****, now I'm paying for his sins
The spiritual adulteress, too busy playing cosmic chess
To feel an ounce of our unrest
Are you so smug, being shoved under big bosses rug
A door mat, a poor mouse, a *******
Why did you isolate the mind to breed fear and murky depths
Every second on this spinning plate is another little death
Where is the underground railroad of saints
Who excel in destroying decay
Are they wandering round Nod
Or stuck in some elevated mundane
Do you drink our limbo water, do you prefer aged ***
*If perfection's what they aimed for, then the only way is down

My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle
Iscariot in his chariot, and me in a box
He keeps spare containers of light
For when he roams with dinosaurs
In crypts lacking oxygen
His roots go deep
And I'm the monkey chained in his tree
Trying to reach down and pull them out
The devil resides in the cleanest box
Keeping tabs on us
My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle

Reluctant messiah
Unnoticed sacrifice
Eclipsed by an archon
In a hell called paradise
Astral travel
And silver bodies
Frankenstein head and
Girls that are naughty
Face your destiny before
Time turns counter-clockwise
Fear and love rule the world
And no one is the wiser
American enchantment
Eugenics of the soul
Don’t knock it till you try it
And good luck getting old

Genuflect
Is what they expect
But I rather kneel down
To my muse up above
And the pancake
Is supposed to cure
But lately I’ve found
It’s only a thorn
I don’t belong here
In these holy places
Baptized myself a million times
Haven’t been granted no graces
All I have left to do
Is to wait on the angels
With their bagpipes
And feathers
And figure out whether
I’m worthy
Whether I’m worthy

"Two unconnected, discontinuous segments of consciousness are not part of the same person, but belong instead to two different persons."*

Lived many wretched lives
But this one takes the cake
Life is but a trial
Remembered most for your mistakes
Out of your reality and out of my awareness
I was dragged by my naked collar
The mystic became violated
As the deity asked for a dollar
Apocalyptic visions come
When I dream by day
Cognizant of many things
But the mystery lies in wait
Their interpretation is prevailing
But they are blind to its function of power
They think the concepts of light and truth
Can be found in a beautiful flower
The sinners wait with bated breath
Measuring my faults on a scale
But the second coming's coming soon
Only He can judge me where I failed
Have enough chaos in me
To produce a thousand dancing stars
You have your way and I have mine
The right way only exists on Mars
Security of conformity you choose
But I was not meant to have that choice
I am just a highly flawed individual
Searching for freedom and a voice
Constantly seeking a fortress, a lighthouse
But I know this must be in solitude
Exile is where I belong
The path home always eludes

The three of us,
Fearless,
Driving in your car
Passing yellow lines
Underneath yellow stars
I’m your passenger
Dancing with my seatbelt on
Sailing down the streets of fire
We’re dangerous, but do no harm
The three of us,
Fearless,
Passing green back and forth
On the verge of losing innocence
With the compass reading north

I'm a human jukebox
They listen to the shape
Of my face

World in my palm
But it's a clenched fist
Dandelion heart

The crowd roars
A deafening sight
I see the spirits fly

When after all
I like them even more
When I hear
One hand clapping

Sign says for-sale
A cell without bars
Sell me down a river
Sail me down to Mars

I messed with space
Got into the chaos
Better than the rat race
But where is option C

The crowd roars
A deafening sight
I see the spirits fly

When after all
I like you even more
When I hear
One hand clapping

I'm lucid
Colorblind
Out of my mind

They're crusaders for
A green, green lie
Frail and wild

The crowd roars
A deafening sight
I see the spirits fly

When after all
I like me even more
When I hear
One hand clapping

With eyes wide shut
I blew a hole in my soul
Burnt the house down
Closed all open doors
And this dark forest
Seems to have no end
My legs are tangled
In the moss and weeds
Then someone comes along
Singing a familiar song
They walk on different paths
But they offer you a hand
And their bad karma
Should be a warning sign
But you’re stuck here
Might as well take your time
Cause even fickle tenderness
Can lead you to another mess
That’s less intense than yours
The grass might not be greener
But I could use a change of scenery
Where the pitch black becomes shadows
And the shadows roll like meadows
And the meadows lift your feet
To a resurrection beat

Furniture moves around inside of me
My brain is the roof
My heart is the floor
Everything else is a revolving door
To live in suburbia you must be lobotomized
You must be cut up
Down to size
Realities are bleeding through
I’m sure they’ll love a train wreck
So goodbye to the oblong
Death for two
Hello to the sharp game of chance
Losing my mind is a sweet romance
I’ve gathered my graffiti tools
Hyperfocused on the rules
Now it’s time
To claim my birthright
To transform into the hunter
To perform like a good boy should
Here comes the Flow

This trap
Creates a trance
Looking down
Things would be different
How natural is it
Inside a snow globe
Run by computers
Practicing witchcraft
As accidents happen
In cars an in houses
And the crooked ones
Create more Holdens
More scapegoats
Who’re dumber than rocks
In a storm with a raincoat
Looking up
Things should be different
As Santa claws through our heads
Our minds wish for mud dolls
What will they look like
In heaven’s matinee-
Blood on the snow
Under a blue sky

I asked Satan for divorce
He said, “Alright, of course,
But you’re still swimming
In waters lukewarm and shallow.”
Here I thought I was hallowed
But I’m wrestling something nameless
I want it to be solid
His name is full of consonants
But I feel the vowels are valid
In His world it’s black or white
Night or day, light or dark
I ponder which one I am
As I count the ripples on tree bark
How long is my shelf life
How far can I travel safely
How much more can I take
Will I ever find my place
Butterflies into bombers
We must get back to the garden
Bombers into butterflies
We must get back to the garden

It’s a daughter’s prison
A school run by the rainbow nun
Without recess
Without recess
Inhaling acetone
From toes of pearls I’ve come undone
Without that high
Without that high
Be gentle to the stranger
For he too fights a battle
Someone said that
Someone said that
Existing to amuse them
They hand you exit signs
Muddled masses
Muddled masses
Here’s a ******* and a pen
And breathing holes
So take advantage
Take advantage
The stale egg floats and it
Boosts her confidence
What a plan
What a plan

I met a man with lifts in his shoes
Watery eyes and a clicking tongue
As I washed my hands, disbanded
He gave me some dreamboat advice
And a house to go with it
He said to follow the money trail
Up an up an up you go
And freedom means never
Having to go to trial
And don't forget to stay
Underestimated
And always **** them with kindness
He lives in a pre-war clock tower
It's a family building
But he loves the twentieth century
His associates are beautiful
But in my dream they were made of cardboard
Cause he made my girlfriend cut her curly locks
And paint one wall yellow
But now my plain Jane has delusions
She can't stand mirrors
And claims he shot the angels on her shoulders
With an invisible gun
He said vanity is a perfect eight
As he rubbed his pinky ring
He knows the root of every game tree
Still he loves to test me
It gives him a shiny glow

There he is
He is the center
Of a great big wide circle
Whenever he moves left of center
My right brain starts to hurt
Cause people get married
And he digs a grave
And she starts getting pedicures
And really should someone contain all of you
Consume every inch of you
Is this union a patsy for something better
Something more obscure
Because there he is
He is my center
Of a great wide big circle
Whenever he moves right of center
My left brain starts to hurt

Van Gogh lost an ear
And ****** was born
Something tells me history
Will repeat itself
Is repeating
Roots to grow
Roots to pull up
Like the near future
My star-clock keeps resetting
Connect the dots
I don't believe in accidents
And I'm the most sane I'll ever get
Call it what you will
In the waves and on the ground
Is where I find myself
And yet that's where
The enemy lies
Or say they tell me
Another truth turned on its head
The weight of my decisions
You can't handle
Yet it's not your heart
Frozen to the mantle
In the clouds
Eyes peer down
A ***** on a mechanical bull
A cup transformed into a robot
They sure have eyes everywhere
Turning big sister into a threat
And if we're all headed underground
Why the mixed bait of suicide and peace
Danger or sleep
And if it all happens for good reason
Why the dependency on TV skies
Hearts or eyes
Read the diagram of a head
If it makes you sleep sounder in bed
But the anatomy of a mind
Will put your concrete beliefs in double-bind
Roots to grow
Roots to pull up
The future is here
Our star-clock keeps resetting

She’s a beauty queen
At nine years old
She sits on grandpa’s lap
But not in family photos
And she’s grown up porcelain
And her favorite stuffed animal
Has grown up too
With carrots, he makes quite a fine stew
There’s a crack here
And there’s a crack there
She thinks why oh why,
Must I have two strikes
She’s knitting her fingers
As her hands turn inside-out
All the food around her looks plastic
Kinda like she’s playing house
And she’s grown up delicate
And her favorite pastime
Has grown up too
With gasoline, it’ll vibrate and drive you
And all the leaky faucets
Don’t flush away the fire hoses
That pound her hard head as
She ***** her thumb and curls her toes
And she’s grown up a little off
And her pristine world
Has grown off too
With cracks, it paints the rocking chair blue
And the planes always fly on by
Breaking up any verbal exchange
As the nuns frolic in the fields
And the pigeons sing home on the range
There’s a crack here
And there’s a crack there
And there’re cracks everywhere
She’s decoration
And she feels so old
She sits on grandpa’s lap
But not in family photos

I want to go where the stars blanket the sky
Cause without the right music, this *** is cheap
And I don’t wanna be no one’s bane or burden
So put on The Cure and let’s heal each other
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
I want to go where the yellow wallpaper’s peeling
And the factory house is crumbling down
Cause without the right scenery, I fall faster than dominoes
So put on a friendly smirk and let’s laugh awhile
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
I want to go for a ride with the windows down-
A passenger in your inevitable car crash
But the wind’s blowing through my hair so
Put on some good music, and let’s reach infinity
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late

Lions for *****
Evolve for love
Tell his story
It’s all history
Emit for time
Be right, bright one
Truth hurts the
Twelve selves
Amen to home
Hear the earth in your heart
Two bells on a bible-
America’s camera eye

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?

Even as a child
You always had those bright, big eyes
And what I wouldn't give now to see
Those bright, big eyes again
I was never a good match
Still settled just to hear you laugh
But even in your widest smile
Your eyes were fixed on your lost child
How can someone who emits such light
Be magnetized to their demise
I wish I had the chance to tell you
The abyss has stared back at me too

In another time
Before clocks would chime…
Before submission and dominance
Before neglect and providence…
Before Boanerges and Mammon
There was a great chiasm…
The word came from the spirit
And darkness became clearer…

Emerging from the void
Is every thing and every one
A panorama of nothing that’s something
The divine avatars await you
With mischief and a smile
You’ve paid your debt to karma
Somehow in one lifetime
Now just reach for the light

At the moment of choice
I faltered
Now there needs to be a sacrifice
At their altar

But before I go
Headfirst into the unknown
I need you to see
The true colors of me

You knew I was sensitive
To the threats in the cafeteria
But do you realize
We were all once bacteria?

I'll take the blame
For how I've made you hurt
But is it my fault that I haven't evolved
Past my time as a bug in the dirt?

I know your heart burns
And suicides need revenge
They shouldn't reside next to the daily weather
They should be mystically erected like Stonehenge

I know you feel like all the pain
Is on your side of the fence
I'm just going with my gut here
I'm just trying to make sense

I have a feeling I met her once
In a hostile, sterile place
Don't remember what I said to her
But in those walls, I let no one into my true head space

I have birthmarks on my ears
And when I was young, I stepped on a toad
One could be a sign of something miraculous
One could be a sign of a wicked, wretched road

I know your people value the color red
I know you protect those with wings
But like Saint Augustine said,
All birds have their origins in the sea

I know you cast your spells
While I say my prayers
Magic and religion were once one
Till divided on a truth or dare

The soul of the world is nourished
By happiness, sadness and envy
Our desires came from the Universal Soul
Even if they caused a frenzy

Even though Lisa said it didn't matter
I have one last thing to say before I'm done
The soul of the one you love is everywhere around you
Even if Earth is the third planet from the sun
(ALL THINGS ARE ONE)

Pavements sparkle
Asphalt glistens
Like a warm rain that just washed everything over
And a dream hit your head when the rain hit your roof
And you've just walked outside at 3AM to buy smokes
It's the weekend, you're free and it's ok you're all alone
You slept through the night's rallies and tallies
But it's ok- the streets are empty and beautiful and they're yours
Evergreens look like fake rubber plastic palm trees at a serene luau
Graves of white houses omit a strange glow that makes them look pretty all in a row
Grass is soft Astroturf to roll around on in moonlight
Like a well-paced acid-trip comedown
The world is your playground of wonder
You're in control but just as willing to give it up at any moment
Stores are closed and streetlamps guide you through invisible neon signs which seem far more friendly when out of the daylight
Dirt, grime and teeth-stomped bubblegum take backstage to glittering cement and rock elements
Intoxicated by everything and you're on nothing
You're on nothing

Sleeping in catacombs
Trying to control the cycle
Here is where all time stops
Says the archangel Michael
Spirits come from the center
Space is expanding fast
Counter-clockwise super-universe
Love is always the message
But there goes that bloodline
Swinging freely in the sky
Riding on chariots of fire
Wearing scales and wearing smiles
Inching towards progression but
We create the problems of the future
They shift from dimension to dimension
Tell me then, which one holds truth
There will always be evil
Cause there will always be good
There needs to be a balance
Or one would destroy the other
Yes, one could destroy the order

You brought me a monster disguised as a mime
Said it was my time to get it talking
I pondered what great a gift to set something free
While in the shadows you put blood in the water
Then fed it to me

I remember lips moving, but never the words
I remember immobility, but never the verbs
(How two-faced is instinct when masked
With a drug you've never tasted before?)

I thought I had shaken this feeling of quiver
Until you delivered me straight to the sheep
Who immediately sank their teeth and grinned
They still had fleece: The joke's on me

At the same time your obsession wavered
Said to savor the memories and the mystery
For what I didn't know would **** me
And so your hands are clean

But I knew something too
A sober fool- yes
But even drunk on your first elixir
I could see through you

Kept coming back to catch you in the act
Partaking in your habits to appease your false politeness
Until it painted my world black-
But I was so close

Just wanted to know a piece of you worth saving
But you feared my mind's sedition-
You mistook napkin stories
For published ammunition

And so gained pleasure in wetting your fingers
And putting out my flame
Keeping secret tallies with your body-snatchers
As to when I'd burn out and fade away

But what you never told them
And will never tell the future
The truth-
Your scars may be invisible
But fire burns in fury when it's blue

So I'll be waiting in my exile
Till the end of days
When the haze has lifted
Your spell has broken
And the Creator returns to its rightful owner

Keep the city lights close but far
So I can find comfort in Babylon’s charm
Sometimes the sun just isn’t enough
So rock me gently in your strong arms
But you quiver as I shiver
You slither as I wither
I want to die laughing
With cup overflowing
I need letters and syllables
For this flower to grow
But you shiver as I quiver
You wither as I slither
There’s rain and there’s saliva
There’s moonlight and there’s blood
There’s smoke and there’s bad lungs
There’s boots and there’s mud
And you quiver as I shiver
And you slither as I wither

If Alice stayed in Wonderland, I wonder what she'd find.
Would the revolution come? Or would we stay in double-bind?
Did Carroll have a migraine? Or a tumor in his head?
Is violet the favorite color because blood was meant to be shed?
What if a brunette fell down the rabbit hole? Would she even fall?
Or would she be too busy speaking to clouds, which speak to us all.
Would the Hatter be a shaman, or a schizophrenic fool?
Would he be put away on Earth, if indeed he broke the rules?
Would Alice have encountered serpents? Or was she bit from the start?
Would her sword still be a weapon? Or an inverted cross?
Did she believe in holy spirits, and evil that impaled?
Did she believe in gender wars, where zygotes did prevail?
Was there a sun in wonderland? Was it the biggest star?
What if Bethlehem had no nightfall, would they still see It from afar?
What was Alice's sign? Or was she the bulls-eye?
Or perhaps she was the 13th sign, and therefore never cried.
Did she recite the alphabet, and wonder where the letters lie?
A Beast, Love Man, Your Death, Count ZzZ's... (Don't be surprised.)
Is every day a mental health day in Wonderland? Do they believe in Halloween?
Do they remember past lives, as they remember Alice? Do they celebrate Christmas Eve?
If the Queen of Hearts was cut in half, would a question mark remain?
Did Jesus make a big mistake, and so we live in vain?
After the dragon's death, did Alice get bored?
Or did she start to play with pitchforks, knives, spoons and swords?
Did Alice believe in God? And was there knowledge in the tree?
And was this knowledge poison, or did it set her free?

Drowning in a tub of slime and slush
The mud of the brown in your blood
Down into a dry carcass of wasteland
Where everything is dusty and gray and dying
Then it comes…the redemption of rain
Except you can’t keep your feet on the ground
You’re soaring above the clouds, with no attachments
Drop by drop the universe becomes alive and green again
This mania makes you feel like a millionaire

The world wants delicate creatures
That never rust
When with the faintest vibration
They crumble into dust
So you can keep the fresh bouquets
Lined up on your bedpost
I'm happy just to be the mulch
That made the garden grow

She's Japanese and Cherokee
And whiter than a ghost
She'll pull your hair and scratch your back
She's quite the host
She's definitely not the type
For meat and potatoes
The broke-back boys and wig-haired girls
Are scratching their elbows

The world wants strong features
That never fade
When only a sliver of us
Ever hole that ace
So you can keep making time
While your soldiers make haste
I'll be the one with a blowtorch
In a vat of toxic waste

Norma Jean
She had heart
She got peroxide in a bottle
Now she got secrets
There's a dead Hollywood party and you're invited
Make sure to wear the red satin
We'll dance atop cars under ambiguous lights
We'll practice asphyxiation, auto-******
We'll barter dimples and dime-holes
With a chalice in each hand
As we listen to the blue-breasted robin
And the candy-colored clown
And through the foggy mist
We'll be the first to witness
The churn and burn of the star factories

It's definitely gotten
Weird enough for me
Strange days-
An understatement
So what choice do I have
But throw in the towel
Cash in my chips
Buy the farm
Kick the bucket
An eye for an eye
A truth for a lie
The philosophic problem of revenge
Is always on my mind
Yet I've no counselor to console
I guess no one ever does
Atop the mountain
We're all a mystery
No one, even ourselves,
Wants to solve
Disenchanted souls
You know they'll worship your tombstone
But not until it goes in the ground
Running on a two-dimensional rainbow
In a schizophrenic sky
Has God shown you his face?
My only trigger is a finger
And they're calling me
Insanely cheap
But in their midst
I quietly understand
In my own alley
They talk about free will
But all I see is witless swill
The same ol' people
******* the sun
Glad you weren't here to bear witness
You must have known
There's only one way to be Earnest
When all your friends
Are dead people
No other choice
But to turn inside-in

It was all a big diversion
And she, another version of a ******
And money is a woman that blooms right on time
She'll leave you scraping for dead leaves among the pines
I want to be released
Set fire to me
Cut me down
Set me free
I'm a fallen angel reaching for the moon
Attached to a cosmic grid of nothing
Saturating sweat of dead men
A symbol of your discontent
Greedy golden heart omen
I want to be released
Set fire to me
Cut me down
Set me free
And the music keeps coming
And the people keep running
Carving their names and creeds
Into my fingerprints
Master, you didn't keep your promise
Master, you didn't keep your promise