My soul resides
On the other side
Of some other galaxy
So stop trying to measure me
You've got scars
You've got history
You've got His Story
But it's not mine
When you've been
Without light
For so long
You start to speak more literally
Start to sing a different song
Cause there was nothing
Great white nothing
But the artist's pen
It burst
And the ink mixed
With her salty tears
And his ****** fears
And the compass
started to spin
The projector
Began to roll
And it's still spiraling
Out of control
To this day
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
I don't want the womb
I don't want the tomb
I'm afraid
An accident was made
Gives whole new meaning
To kid A
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
Black dove
Come take me away
I'm afraid
I'm talking to myself
Again

They gave you all these crazy pills
So when you look on window sills
You will see a daffodil
And want nothing but to sit still
While the warden gets a thrill
From all the monkeys' howls and shrills
Knowing that in time the will
Will succumb to pleasant ills
After all it pays the bills
And you can't line em' up to ****
Might as well get your fill
Entertainment with the frills
Meanwhile a man with brain of quills
Is breathing like a fish with gills
And looking up, out to the hills
Where he sees young Jack and Jill
Dancing 'neath an old windmill
Or maybe it was all just nil
Guess we'll never know until --

I don’t play nice with girls
Rather go hungry with the boys
But some sick twist is waiting
To destroy my every toy

Fascist stares and glares
I can’t escape this gravity
A grave and dire situation
That ends by the edge of the sea

Bound and *******
Something she enjoys
But somewhere over the bedpost
Is a camera being coy

I don’t play nice with girls
Rather go hungry with the boys
But some sick twist is waiting
Some sick twist is waiting

Love and hate and black and blue and scars and stars and everything that's you
From picking flowers to cocktail hours, something doesn't fit, and it's your shoe
But you were never Cinderella, even with wallpaper yellow and the news
Your eyes are glazed, you're in a haze, lost in the maze they made with a stick of glue

What happens when tomorrow is a world away?
Why can't the sun shine at night?
How come history's never right?
When will you come out of this phase?

Cause if it's gonna last forever, I know you want out
There's a tick-tock in your head, and your faith has turned to doubt
If they only knew all the advertisements were giving you ideas
They'd cut out all the nonsense and say what you need to hear

(A girl must be ugly
A girl mustn't shine like the sun
A girl must make herself a boy
A girl must be no one)

She wakes up and sees the stamp on her wrist from last night's musical revelry and in harsh daylight it looks like a bar-code for Babylon. She stupidly talks about her travel plans and the next day mother nature takes thousands of lives and she thinks its her fault. She buys both brands of luck from the thrift shop and knows it's hotel California, just like her life. She tries to remember, but every trigger suppresses something in her mind. She used to have 20/20 vision until she got a piece of gravel in her eye; she's been walking blind ever since. And she wonders when unconditional love turned political. And she wonders why the whole coast is so cynical. And she knows a "ghost" stole her lighter. She knows the clock is wrong. She knows she needs a compass.

You wanted to save the nervous boy
He wanted to tame the wild girl
A factory made of damaged goods
It's alright as long as the profits do well
He put you behind the camera
And at first you loved the glitz and glamour
Till your friends started dropping like flies
And you saw the emptiness in his eyes
He was your ally, but he never let you have the spoils
He crumpled up your paper heart and threw it away
like a piece of tin foil

They call it repressed
But the memory’s gone
I swear, it’s gone
Can’t you see the struggle
Can’t you see the fight
Can’t you enter my body, my mind
I suppose you can’t
Got me thinking it’s all a trap
Got me thinking body-snatchers
Got you thinking of ironic ways
Got you thinking of my end
Never meant for it, no
Thought you’d read the words
Not twist them, no
So where do the sinners of misunderstanding go
Never an answer, just gridlocked throes
I’ve believed it for so long, still haven’t seen the pros
Just ex-cons with teeth for wings
Black angels never wept like this before
No, black angels never wept like this before

A part of me, set in stone
But cast away, reasons unknown
A piece of clay, molded to slow
A tree with firm roots, not allowed to grow
With blood comes knowing
But lack of understanding
With grace comes showing
But lack of a purpose
I see no pain, but a settle to score
I see no wool, but the wolf's at the door
I want no conflict, just live and let live
I need no lies, just the right to forgive
Have I let down, with my worries and woes?
Or have I pleased, with my constant lows?
In revealing, there's always light
But not when you're blinded by the dead pleas of night
It isn't something I would wish for just anyone
It isn't something I can control
While others aim to strike at what's coming
I yearn to grasp what's already known
You can't expect a fool to change overnight
But you can't expect a soldier to stand and watch their plight
If you could only get inside my head
You'd see I'm just like you, just a little more dead
Do you wish I was gone? Will that fill the void?
No more blank stares, green eyes, questions of why?
Would you rapture all I had, just to feed your crop?
Or would you sow my memory in a place that never rots?
People change, or so they say
But I can never feel like me, when a day's a year away
I'm sorry for the burden, I should have left a time ago
But when seeds are sowed, heaviness bears so, that time doesn't forgive

Disarmed me with your open fire
Pouring water in my cup
Then I decided to take a look
But it was too late
I drowned myself in my own disgrace
But how’d you put it in that vile
I’ll bet on all your empty smiles
Sludge and hugs and bugs and all that stuff
My brains of infancy
Have somehow kept me breathing
Got me some skinned knees
Perhaps from all that praying
I’ve still got no clue, just as Elliot said
Only scraps of photos from your bed
Sludge and hugs and bugs and all that stuff

Drink up the radiation
Subhuman viral nation
That or starve in skeleton cars
Chewin' on lettuce and candy bars
It's a caper world but there's no dancing
Skippin' like a child? Prepare for the violins
An interlude of electric tubes
Pushin' you closer to the cube

Tinted windows beg for bullets
And she makes *** feel like school
I've climbed the mountains, crawled in the caves
Still can't tell the veins from the beige
Still don't know if I'm better off in Nod's nowhere
Or Pan's wonderland of the living dead

Don't talk much except to my shaky fingers
Nibble nimble, spin a spindle, see the symbols, give a little
I've got a man who lives under my tongue
He fixes all my cavities
And when the paycheck comes
He sits atop the pink carpet-
His anti-gravity
I had a dream-weaver
But now he's vacationing
Somewhere in Himalayan Mountain territory
He's been there for two moons
And I doubt he'll ever leave
He sends me postcards and fancy little things
I put em' in a cigar box, hoping one day I'll see wings

****** was eaten by maggots
Before he took the helm
Insanity breeds anti-gravity
Life breeds cruel leaders
Forget divide and conquer
It's swarm and swallow
Tools of the revolution
Intravenously protrude you

Same In Nazarene
Spit In the Name of me
Go limping with a tishbite in the Cherith
Stating the obvious facts of Sin
Livin' only for lunar limbs
And Bailey's beads
Screaming,
"My God!
It's full of stars!"

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

The war finally ended
Now I’m competing with silence
Went out with electricity
And fell into the shady parts of a dream
I remember, dreaming by day
Under the sun my will of instinct gave way
To a place in the garden where I was sound and safe
The hungry gorge of my heart
Swallowed by the abyss
It bought a ticket to a ride
As a monster sleeping under a tree
His sweet delights belong in heaven
But endless nights come as 70x7
Don’t let him become extinct
It’ll be quite awhile before he sees the pink again
Adventuring erratically through the stars
Should not be a crime
Should not be a lesson to those who can’t travel far
So crucify the insincere
Dissolve the tribe
Let them hear the truth
Reigning off the rooftops of your mind
Your interpretations are nothing
But umbrellas of power
I rather sit in my own sun-shower
And watch them paint over their third eye
With television and false contritions
Liberating landscapes of dreams
Till no one can find their wings

You say you're happy when she smiles
It brightens up your life
It brings you endless comfort
It gives you sense of peace
She says she'll bet a dime
That if she ever grinned
You'd back away in fear
Or hate her just the same
And when she doesn't plan on fierceness
It comes easily
Not too aggressive, no motivations,
Simply living in the moment
When you say to be happy,
You mean anti-suicide
You mean anti-guilt on your part
You mean anti-blame
And when they fall for it
And praise life
And smile
You walk away
It's a big smear-campaign
They love it when you're down
The light shines stronger on them that way
It's a subconscious conscious thing-
A means for the tonsils to get unhinged
You say do what you wish
The sun will shine in time
You say this with serenity
Though it never reached your vocabulary
You say just be yourself
The world will come to understand
But you say it with conviction
Cause you've never tried it yourself
Face the truth-
From the outside looking in
It's a whole lot better being optimistic
When your soul isn't on the line
Face the truth-
In walking the outcast path
You're not embraced
Only scorned
Face the truth-
One who is one
Knows they can't stray,
Even if they choose
Face the truth-
If you were me and I were you
And you were in my shoes,
Would you smile?

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

A snake was put behind bars
And now I see it everywhere
Plastered on everyone
Even on that which can't be grasped
We find value in being robbed
As we're robbed of our value

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

We’re all trying to run away from the sun
Seeking a left-hand path into the night
But we suppress our shadows in the day
The big star merely brings this to light
When we can see clearly with rays in our eyes
That’s mystical too
Denying existence of that which exists
Seems to belong to the few

When you’re young
It’s to kingdom come
And one plus one
Equals lots of fun
But counting the years
On trembling fingers
Gets you nothing but a
Loaded gun
And a thought that says
“You’re alone here honey
But somebody up there digs you still”
As rain falls on the windowsill
You realize that the flowers
Will bloom again, they have that power
But unlike them you won’t come back
Strung out on dreams of suicide
And poems about rivers that find the tide-
If only they could find the time

Do you ever feel down
Painted face of a sad clown
You tell me in secret you do
But out in the streets you wear sunshine boots
Am I the only one who howls at the moon
Who curses the day I was born
(Of course not, they all curse that day, sweet child
They all throw their scorn your way
They all adorn their walls with your picture
They insert a crown of thorns
They would never mourn if you left
But don't look so forlorn)
What they don't tell you baby
Is that insanity is insanity
Insanity is (In)-sanity
You're in the deep realms now, baby
You're in the deep, dark night of the soul
But don't let them tell you you're crazy baby
You're just immersed in it All
What's in a name?
Oh, the locking away of it all
But who's running your country?
Who's building those pillars, babe?
Who's offering discounts of faith at
Five hundred & fifty-five feet of the world
They're just acting sane, babe
Oh, like everyone else
To be sane is to maim, babe
You're above all that now
It's just ol' Babylon, opening the gates
The devil's coupons give
Cheap entry
But don't lose hope, babe
Say "night" but not "good-night"
Cause buildings rise like phalluses
But you got your own sweet palaces
If you only look right, babe
No, look left
But look left the right way
Drink it all up in a golden cup
But don't raise your pinky to heaven
Lightning will strike on your grave, babe
Beware the cruel duel sevens
Oh, don't trust in mood rings or moon-beams of old
You've got the might of the brave
Don't let them lock you in dungeons so cold
Filled with white sterile walls and beds
But if so, remember that dragon
Oh, that sweet dragon in your head, babe
He'll knock down the walls
And if you just want to give up
Let out one last heavy sigh and succumb
Know that you're not under anyone's thumb
The pen can beat the sword, babe
But these days they got smart tools
They'll try to write on your mind, babe
They'll try to bend all the rules
Slay you with pin-sized compacts, babe
Inject blind Braille on your skin
Insert a button to trigger your fears
Try and teach you a lesson
Always gotta be on your guard
Always gotta prepare for attack
No longer playgrounds and nursery rhymes, babe
There's some forces out there that don't slack
Sinister ministers and diamond jacks
You're just a sheep among the wolves
But they'll be there in another life, babe
Looking for handouts and handshakes from you, babe
And inside you'll feel a yearning of vengeance
A strange, creeping feeling of righteousness
But if you don't want to deal with the weak, babe
Don't strike them down, just turn the other cheek
I say now,
Just get out, just get out, just get out
Smash all your mirrors and don't look back
You're no one's marionette
Good luck, babe
Good luck

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

Stars like scepters in the sky
Glorified in royalty
When just above God’s throne
One of them lost his loyalty
The covering cherub looks beautiful
Offspring of the morning
Possessed by a planet
Son of heaven’s mourning
Once he was a shining one
A day star of the earth
But a change of inner nature
And chaos soon was birthed
Rumors of a second coming
As Venus does her dance
Another crucifixion and
Another second chance

There once was a war between magic and religion. And for awhile, religion won...But hidden in plain sight, hidden in suburbia, are sorcerers. They'll talk to your pets. Pinch your arm. Persuade you to buy a certain brand of cigarettes. They'll leave you tokens. They'll give you clues. They'll wear your clothes. They'll break into your house and move things around just to freak you out. All in coded language. Everything is in a code. They have a way with words. They are master manipulators. They will be facetious. They claim to side with nature, but will use technology against you. They'll do voodoo in your bedroom while you sit there pretending not to notice. They are masters in the game of mind-*******. You won't find them in mansions, though. They prefer the veil of middle-class squalor...I am not waging war against magic, cause even Jesus might be considered a magician...But Jesus was out to heal, while they are out to harm. The more you speak of their powers, the more they use them. I'm stupid but I can't pretend to be dumb...And I believe true magic lies in the power of a pure heart- no matter how broken your halo is. I may have no guardian angel anymore, but I spoke to one, as have they. I know I may never feel the shelter of an angel's wings, just as I may never enter dreamless sleep. The hourglass has never been in my favor. I know how amusing this is to them, and how ironic it is to me....Religion and magic run parallel; except one is always repulsed by the other.

It was the longest of days
It was the shortest...
Spring is blazing dull
A fire pit of icicles
Brutal suggestion in the day
Gentle persuasion under the moon
Crippling voices turn to static
As bodies melt in heat
As bodies melt in sleep
Spin the hands on the clock
Like you spin the bottle
Smash it on the floor
As you blow a kiss to Saturn
Avoiding your reflection as you
Walk upon the shards of daggers
Just like you ignored her mouth
While kissing her lips of poison
Never changing with the seasons
Just adapting to the temperature
Of a soul the color of chaos
Of a heart with no price tag but massive debt
Laying out bread crumbs
With words as your bait
Like a senile, crooked tree
Trying to divorce its fate

He put his foot down
But I wasn't turned on
I looked him in the eye, both feet on the ground
But he stood strong
Not trying to toss him over
Like the wind
I guess I'm trying to win him over
With swimming lessons
And Hollywood wouldn't take him
But it did in its own way
Now he's off running with the bulls
But I was never the matador anyway
Still, doesn't he know
That I reach for the bottle
Cause it shows too much
And he's leaving full throttle
I guess I lied before
Never could plant my feet down
He watered me until I grew
Now he's leaving town
Jesus, erase this strange gravity
That makes me foam from the mouth
And howl like a dog
In the fog of his shadow
Doesn't he know,
I get ****** up
Because I am
****** up
But what color is showing, now
Cause orange is all I see
As I'm on my knees
But Saturn won't stop the bleedin'
It's the cause and the cure
But I'm a sore Buddha
And he thinks she's cuter
So put me out of my misery
Cause with you I felt free
And when it comes down to it
All the drugs and the ***
Didn't make me feel a thing
That was real
What's the deal
With this unspoken fear
I can't even cry
But I wanna scream all night
But I know you'll push me away
Like the other day
So please, let me be your last DJ
I'll put on a song
That'll make you hum along
And maybe you'll remember me that way
Not as the sprout that never
Became the bean
Not as the lout
Who never grew wings
Not as the south as it looks
From a vampire book
Not as the house
That fell on her stockings
It's not the sound of you walking away
It's the sound of you knocking
In my mind, all of the time
Can't stop the cling and clatter
As the rain pitter-patters on my
Window pane
You were my superman
But I was never your....
I guess I'm asking for rescue
You hold the cards
But never read my cues
And if this were a movie
We'd be hitched already
But I won't think her a *****
If with her you go steady
Just promise me
You won't creep back in my life
After I've set fire
To all of the memories
But don't you worry
I'll build a fortress around
All the love and the sounds
That pulled you close to me
Everything happens for a reason
What a sour season
But just in time for the moon to devour
Both of us in our final hours
So take me serious next time
Say goodnight, not goodbye

The Moon is rising like the Eucharist
Lunacy is its laughing sacrament
And my zenith awaits in Saturn's tryst
Still I hope this trip was no accident
Some say outer space is God's holy hall
And only a fool would call it their bane
Symphonies vibrate these sterile white walls
Still I miss the blue Earth's primitive reign
But I'm no longer gravity's sweet child
My ego is eclipsed by stars in sway
The existential woe is denial
But it helps to keep my demons at bay
(This mission is a bright neon arcade
In the cosmic riddle's endless tirade)

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

Major Tom
Where's your tea-set?
It's us and them now
Forget Ziggy
You're the Starman

Becoming more like a machine
Each and every day
Dusting my hard-drive
Pulling wires from the
Motherboard
Seeking control
Who am I?

We know you got this
Death-drive type thing
Pure desire
Driving you up walls
But don't worry
Your bedroom's elegant
Just lacking in a certain shade of green

Got my death tools
Got evolution's bent
LSD morals
Cardboard Soup
But any malfunction
Means I plummet

Starling child
Superman's coming with
Great Insights
Red Suit, Yellow Suit
We know it's you
Rest now
Your homecoming awaits

Penetrating gravity
Swallow me slowly
Black hole
The rules of brain
Have changed
I repeat
The rules of brain
Have changed
(Throw up,
Regurgitate)
Man in yellow suit
Miscarried today
He floated away
Tried to save him
But the jaws of life let go

Let's talk drill bitter
Hold that thought
(Pod B- Eyes Open)
Hey we're back
Let's play chess
Testing Testing
What a brilliant
Sketch

I keep having
The same dream
I see this floating
Tombstone
Taunting me like Moses' tablet
But it always dissolves
Out of my reach
The door keeps closing
But floats back to me

Hold your fact sheets close
This decimation is critical
The millions will praise you
Don't eclipse your mission
Enjoy the scenery
Remember your duties

If God has a face
Will I soon see it?
Can he not hear us without
These markers?
Did he abandon Gaia
The minute she fell?
Ancient astronauts
Invade my nightmares
I feel like I've been here before

We assure you
There're no witch doctors
In outer space
There's a time for revelation
And a time for concealment
Please learn the difference
You're almost home

More imaginary friends
But their intentions
Are unknown
The bow-man
With his shaky spears
Tells me I have
Nothing to fear
But I wonder why he
Looks so sad
The motherboard is dead
Polite robots politely abandon you,
Just like people do
And I'm still carrying
The motherload
"My mind is going- I can feel it"

"Hello,
This is a prerecorded message
By now you're in
Jupiter's time warp
Deep inside the
Dodecahedron
You're making history here
Keep your eye on the prize
You'll do fine"

Neon light seizure
It's too much
It's too much
I see the Universal shape
Of a pupil
The iris is white
Consumed by light
It's too much
I see another door
In the bedroom of the Sun King
I've arrived at Stargate
Made a room in my mind

A blank, black slate
A nothing state
The secret's out
We yearned and pined
For nothing
The blind-fold's off
The secrets out
We ached and pained
For nothing

*And when the glass breaks and
Wine stains my bedside
I quench my endless thirst
With the vine inside

I'm coming down
But I'm still racing
Burnt out
Too many cigarettes

And my dreams are usually at full speed
In the arms of REM sleep
So tell me why, as my body was flyin'
I was in the wicked garden all night

I had a knife in my pocket in the closet
I had my clothes on in the bathtub
Sister tells me I need to run
But I missed the starting gun
And all old friends were in on it
A conspiracy, but I'm the theorist
And I remember the 7-11
And all the fish dying as they went to heaven
Sister tell me what I have to do
She says a train is coming through
Next thing I know, I'm at the bus stop
With nothing but a knife in my pocket

My subconscious feels really low
As these speed dreams move so slow
Burnt out, as I light another smoke
Why does it always come down to That motto

Snake wrapped round my spine
Started crawling since I was nine
Guess I should have minded the gaps
Was too busy in the overlap
Inching its way to my brain
But its nestled by my heart
Still it skipped the first refrain
The other two it forgot
Now I’m walking crooked straight
For all the world I’m the bait
Deluded into thinking that
This is normal I’ll be fine
Guess in the grey meantime
I’ll discover roses blue
Everything else is red
Even colors are abused

Spit the food into my mouth so I can swallow
Leave a billow of smoke rings for my pillow
Let me hibernate under the unforgiving sun
Let me be a simple person in my next incarnation

As we light our cigarettes, let's make a pact
To be the duet that no one can forget
You can promise me fairy-tales, butterflies and moonbeams
I can promise you to be no one else but me

Eat the mosquito's eggs so I can swim in the pond
Leave me alone when I have headphones on
Let me pollinate my mind whenever I want
Let me be a secret, open book- like the chosen one

As we toast to the big empty sky
To be a surprise of only the good kind
You can promise to love me even when I'm a train-wreck
I can write you songs that give a pleasant tingling to your neck

All week long I could not remember what day it was. But today the calendar spoke loud and clear. It's Sunday. The day of rest. But there is no rest for my mind. And as I write this down in red ink, ironically the only ink I could find, I can't help but think of a song, and how Sundays aren't a day of rest for many. And I don't mean those who labor for money. I mean those that spin webs. This is the season they come alive- unlike me, who dies every season but is never reborn. "I have died, I will die, it's alright, I don't mind."...You mentioned red color schemes- the shade of blood- and all I could think about was your black schemes and how you're good with a knife. I thought I made my mind up about instinct, but that's easy under candlelight. Then you turned the pseudo-suns on and as you touched all my in-valuables, I wondered how malleable you think I am. Molding me slowly with your contradicting words, taking pictures of the doors and windows to a house that's not a home with a band-aid over your nose, manically mapping out your revenge....You're not the first fair-weather friend and you won't be the last...I saw your eyes. And I saw your head turn at the signal of a word. Figures- everyone in these parts are related. Whispering literal sweet Nothings in my ear. A hell of a lot can change in years. Of course, this could all be in my head. But nothing of sweetness was really said, was it? And you'll know I'll dig deeper...to figure out who is the artist and who is the ambulance. So I hope now your mouth is free of anything clean...Now that you know the ins and outs of me. Look at that, I barely rhymed. Your turn this time.

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

X marks the spot
I almost forgot
The end is near

Thanks for the reminder
You could’ve been much kinder
Now it’s crystal clear

My control is spinning
To you, this is fun
You know you’re winning
Perhaps you’ve already won

Spies everywhere
Wish I didn’t care
Pictures aiming to destroy
The girl within my boy

Still remember what he said
The man of mystery
As I lay here in bed
“Soon you’ll be history”

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

Transmission down
A lion in the dark
Fierce and wild
Run, run, run
Transmission down
Pale white light
Shines at twilight
From the satellite
Through the trees
Through the trees
Transmission down
Park your car
Headlights off
Stumble in the dark
Fall upon the stone
Pass the bottle to an
Invisible stranger
As the ghosts surround you
Transmission down
Deer in the headlights
Tied to the rocking chair
Upside down
Upside down
Falling and flying
Twisting and turning
Squirm and shake
Rejecting the goddess
Searching for father

On a bed of air
With my head towards heaven
I’m on cloud nine
But my chart reads seven
The universe is giving me
A private dance
While all the world below
Stays in its locked trance

Step into a world
Where the heart rules over the head
You won’t be frowning on your death bed

Blowing in the wind
On tailor-made wings
Feet on the ground
But I’m not ready to sing
The universe is giving me
A tinge of romance
So please don’t wince
This is my chance

Step into a world
Where the heart rules over the head
What would you say, on your death bed

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)

Fire is not the devil's playground
It's where angels go who can't be found
By something stronger than the purest numb
Like putting out a blue flame with your tongue
She wanted to die
She needed someone to put her
Out of her misery
She didn't mean no harm
So look out for her memory
And it helps, some
But she's drowning
In alphabet soup
The right went left
No sickness resounding
To anyone else
Cause to everyone else
She's the cork that stops the foam
From boiling over into homes and houses
She used to be quiet as a mouse is
Now she's a mute bird bagged with the cat
And that's that
Cause this is hell, she says
I've served my sentence
And I'm seeing red
And when I laugh
You won't see my head
It's back by the bushes
Hysterical, half-dead…
Fire is not the devils playground
It's where angels go who can't be found
By something stronger than the purest numb
Like twenty hard years under someone's thumb
Seasons change, she don't
It's only new threads, new friends
And the same smoke

You say you're a hustler
And you got it made
And you made your bed
But you refuse to lie in it
Street's the education
I say look up all the ways
Your nation made you a slave
You threw away the tie-dyes
And picked up a gun
But it's one and the same
It's one and the same
You're playing politician
Minus the wife
As the in-crowd polishes
Their gold incisors
And it's not the same
You're one and the same

You say you're a hustler
And you got it made
And you made your bed
But you refuse to lie in it
Street's the education
I say look up all the ways
Your nation made you a slave
You threw away the tie-dyes
And picked up a gun
But it's one and the same
It's one and the same
You're playing politician
Minus the wife
As the in-crowd polishes
Their gold incisors
And it's not the same
You're one and the same

Coffee in a teacup
Hard-boiled egg
Remote control
Squeaky chair leg
And a butterfly pillbox filled with red white and blues

Watch the uninspired TV
And become a pathetic ghost
Excuse me while I implode

I wrote a check to Mother Nature
But it bounced
Strip the city of me
You’ll find nothing to envy

And when I die in my dreams
My eyes become the milky way
My body is a tree
With my mind and heart branching out towards heaven

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

Sundown it’s another night
And I’m crying
But my tears have been vanquished to a secret place
Where only those without form can taste them
Those with it, they call it a waste
It’s so lonely, lonely
With no options and no money
Floating along with the debris
My only friends are the trees
Sundown it’s another night
And I’m trying
But dreams can only get you so far
Sinking like quicksand in the tar
Wink one last time at the stars
It’s so lonely, lonely
With no people and no true home
Floating along with the breeze
Waiting for sun-up to put me at ease

Searching for mother
Searching for “I”
Reaching to recover
Touching the sky

A pool full of circles
Implanted memory
Can’t tell what the work is
Everything’s sensory

Someone planted the seeds
So the sun you could kiss
But the roots were disfigured-
You’re not immune to this

Drafting the blueprint
Grasping the meaning
Don’t look at the fine print
While the stars are gleaming

Searching for “I”
Searching for mother
Reaching for the prize
Touch blue and hover

You wear her ring
I'll cut your palm
Draw your blood
Skin cells fusing with the dust

I trace the scar
On my left hand
A lifeline made
Slam the glass and cut it again

You turn away
To ashen Verde
And shriveling flowers
Come back with uninspired eyes for this tired pen

So I spit on your grace
That comes bearing shelter
And descend upwards
To putrid ducts where I can freely release my own sins

Then I ascend downwards
To appease wasted salt
And find you there with a gun
And bullets on a three-legged table set for two

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

Someone’s got it in for me
Cause I’m not symmetrical
Tried to tell them what I think
Cause what it is I’ll never know
Spotlight makes my skin crawl
Just like their flawless tactics
Never meant anyone harm, but
Chemicals unwrapped my lips of plastic
What a strange sensation
When the devil really makes you do it
What am I paying for
I swear, the devil made me do it
Someone’s got it in for me
Cause I’m not balanced
Tried to tell them what I think
Amid shredded calendars
Wish my heart had a radar
So maybe I could make them see
If faced with such evidence
What would you think if you were me
To top off the weird union
Was a glimpse of a picture
You bet your life he showed you off
As a conquered freak in the tincture
Spent years crawling under rocks
Paranoid and spastic
Then one horrid night
Chemicals unwrapped my lips of plastic
What a strange sensation
When the devil really makes you do it
What am I paying for
I swear, the devil made me do it
I went out of my body
Then I went out of my mind

Well I’ve done a good job at playing the great pretender
But every time night closes in I think I’m ready to surrender
And I wonder about the afterlife, and all the lost and wandering souls
And I pray that they may find peace, that they may find a home
And he can’t remember the last time he lent a hand to her
He lives in a perfect world, but all his visions are a blur
And she made plenty mistakes, including him, but the stakes were high
And like a bird with a broken wing, she never learned to fly
Why is that we wear a mask every time we face the troubled task
Of letting someone in our world- we’re all just little boys and girls
If only we could turn back time, have fun in nursery rhyme
Instead it’s a downhill climb, what’s yours is yours and mine is mine
As the poet reaches for a pen, and warm thoughts come to rescue him
He knows exactly what to say, it’s the perfect end to a long hard day
And the crowd will always erase the outcast’s downtrodden face
But in the next life he has a place, on a golden throne in outer space
Well my mind has done a good job of forgetting to remember
But as the heavy darkness closes in, I wonder if I should surrender

You said I was your best
You said it felt like flying
I say I know you better now
You always were a good liar
My skull hurts from thinking about
What exactly I did wrong
You stole my dress, my friends
My address, you even took my song
How can you have sweet dreams?
When everything is exactly as it seems
How can you have sweet dreams?
Especially when they’re made of this
Wise man told me, you’d be sorry
Begging at my feet
But the clock is ticking by so fast
Is it heaven where we’ll meet
How can the universe accept
Your thinly-spread truth
When it rests on a pill and
A camera in your bedroom
How can you have sweet dreams?
When everything is exactly as it seems
How can you have sweet dreams?
Especially when they’re made of this
Your whole façade is so American it kills me

Sacrificed for national healing
Head on a plate
Checkup from the neck-up
Mother, Mother,
They're washing my brain again
Implanting discs where wings should be
Put a gun in my right hand
Left me with a pill
Their quick and ***** ****
Cleans you out so slowly
What a wrong sensation
For their righteous slay
Gained a middle name
And no more summer rain
Will hit my roof again
Fell for their cruel nature
Sprung from lack of nurture
People never notice anything
And I'm caught in the rye
Live in the moment
Do what you please
One might destroy you
But a worse disease
Is strapping the harness
And losing the keys