Power-lines pulse over-head
easy streams by our quiet lives
the unarguable benefactors which
caress each man they touch

soldiers waging war on insurgents
with power-lines along the boarder
In this narcotic drip submergence
we lose our peace in the name of order

the egotists shout with their power-line minds  
thoughtless words of each and every kind
At the promise of peace, wise men can see
the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee

Gather near friends
While we wait for the feast
Let us drink in the tale
Of the man and the beast

they say beneath every man
an opulent beast stands
wearing the colors of the day
and playing tricks with gravity

what an old thing too!
and all the time spent coming up with you
Rider, rein in hand, crowned upon his head
the new rule is reason and the old god has fled

taking pains
what a chore
a whimpering beast
pawing at my core
asking me to care...

to love all, in care
when all is not worth loving
such is my despair

the world screams for me:
acknowledge!
where there are no eyes
God is hurting

You beckoned me
I fell to you
and with our hands
you slowly drew
The picture; us

A single sound
Our single breath
In perfect time
In style, In step

The world stood still
I could have cried
This moments thrill
Has danced and died

Permanence is Gods blood.

The thin Earth feeds another sprout
stifled seeds on the hills

The faithful man drowns in doubt
He is gifted with gills

How could God allow
For the untimely meeting
Of perfect soul-mates