Sometimes he speaks softly
his forked tongue caressing
my being
the inside of my soul
sometimes his lies offer comfort
encouragement and passion
when reality beckons
but not for the merciless truth

Sometimes I invite him
I let his presence linger
in a corner of my soul
Sometimes I let him enter
take residence in my dream
And sometimes I pray
that I won't wake up

Just a cousin and the stars
and talk of you, and 27 jail-years;
'Forgive or stay behind bars.'

But Nelly Mandelly,
I've got sand in my eyes
and lead in my belly.

Oh Nelly Mandelly
we do things with the best intent
yet hurt each other terribly.

I've got blood on my lips
and grenades in my belly.
Oh Nelly Mandelly:

as Johnny sang, who can blame
the voice of youth for asking:
what is truth?

Everyone I know wants
to be more free,
including me.

We've got songs on our lips
and the sky in our bellies.
Oh, Nelly Mandelly

people seem to forget
that for every "good" person
there is an equal "bad" guy
just like night to day
yet nobody thanks the sinners
they go on,
knowingly corrupted
self sacrificed souls
they challenge the good
to step up and hold them in place
the universe runs off of balance
so for every brilliant man
who killed without heavy heart
who stole, begged, pillaged, lied
I offer up a thousand thank yous
because if it wasn't for you
Jesus would have just been a carpenter
so keep on sinning
and keep on losing

You reached for my hand
and I bowed my head
it'd take too much energy to touch you
and although we are both forsaken
I'd rather face cold rejection
Then stand beside you
You're merely a reminder
of the constant abrupt change derailing my life
and yes I work out of spite and harbor resentment
more than the next crossed lass I'm guessing
I just cant give in to a lie
a trick
and happiness isn't built upon shame and illness
So when I caught cupid pinching my ***
you best believe my hoof gave him quite the blast
never say never?
...never with you