If you take me by the hand,
and guide me through the door;
make me understand,
and show me what's in store;

If you can see beyond my mind,
beyond my ego, not my heart;
We can leave the past behind,
to make this new, and at the start.  

*

You told me about your evil ex.
I was broken *****, sulking when
you said he left you salty, sad
then you broke it to me:
no more bands of romance, only fun
with some one...

'not you, not yet,
maybe never.'

Now I'm standing on the outside looking in
and I realize its not about you, its about me
I just never had the self respect to really fight
for someone that made me feel worth fighting for.

Now I'm the guy that you avoid,
and you're the girl I've got to get over
to feel my sour feelings sweetened,
Now that I'm the guy that you avoid,

And that is what it feels like: a void
inside my chest, like a missing signal
a broken transmission from heaven to heart.
Sigh
And I miss the feeling of feeling.

old as time, and poetic as rhyme:
old grey heads waiting to chime
like carrion birds hungry for crime...

Some spend their life wanting glory;
repeating the past, their fathers worry,
until the mask of death ends the story.

But I will not be so shallow
to rend or to waste , fallow,
that which guides our fate towards that shadow.

Glare deeply into the eyes of war,
prepare your heart to end the score,
to end the game, and those wanting more.

Carrion with your illusions  
stricken with a fear of here
after. There is no pain,
no thought, no more masks;
what was hidden isn't pretty, but
more beautiful than words describe.

Sing, since the sounds of creation!
Sing till the hounds of desolation! Roll
this dancing digital hologram;
It, is all of it's self, and We are It, i and its:
together we are a planetary organism.


Death will come soon in various ways
when the candle burns from all sides,
it no longer matters how much time you have,
the flames will consume everything.
The sands of time are proof enough:
disintegration renders all to cinders on the ground.

No Boundary, the mask unveiled.
I-I co-pretend, this game is real,
senses, so sensual, so gratifying.
Thought! Creativity, being; Wisdom
calms the chaos in radical transition.

The desert to the sea, the forest,
the map is not the territory, it takes fractals
to measure a coast line, and of course computers.
We are being made obsolete.
Best to reinvent the wheel of our mind.

Change the dialogue of our public service
Announcements that amount to nothing,
while the people speak nothing is heard, but whispers
in a land of the brave, this bunch of slaves may be depraved.
I'm sick of lying to myself. Lets be honest and transcend!

Hidden, behind all the things you do;
you cherish the mile, the medium, the money,
convenience is a specialty, and status the while.
The perfect personification of capital: a slave;
Property in a picture, capital a drug; the presidents on TV,
and we're all here because of love.

To use love--a materialist notion--getting wet, but not wed.
Going hard, but no rain, ice falls, and summer set.
Collect the dials and never forget that you are dreaming,
when you are stuck in that spiral, just reach out and find me.
Corporeal copulation: congealed cortex conversations,  collide beside me.
We are one self, and no status the while can stop We!

My life was simple, and everything comfy cosy
before you came along?
A stagnant slump, preventing me from growing.
The mere suggestion at first impetus, providence delivered,
but since you're a bittersweet memory, you will be forgotten.
I didn't really want you anyway, not your life, not your personality,
really just your affection, your honey.
Neither angry, just disappointed, not jealous, just happy.
But really deep down I'm glad you didn't pick me
and as I look deep into my heart, I know that you were poison.