Revolution  is knocking at the garden gate
With pitchforks and spoons to guard against fate
The people drench me with milk and holy water
And stare at me as if I slept with their daughter
I stand in white suit and a red tie
I look like a half decent guy
My hairs slicked back and my tongue coated in honey
And I smell like old bars and good money
With a tattered old suitcase in hand
I try to get you to understand
You don't have to sell your soul
That isn't my goal
Just buy some new high quality oven mits
and don't throw a fit

It all felt so cold
All lifeless and desolate
The words erupted from the mouth
and fell dead on the floor
Blood flowed forth from them
blood black and colorless
Your face look liked stone
Emotionless cold and composed
as i collapsed onto the floor
In a fit of rage and confusion
I looked up you were gone.
Just like that.

I lie here in the dark
Your inches away from my face
Its 1AM  in this park
and were staring into space
In the darkness there is calm
You can hear the hum of the earth
The trace of your fingertips on my palm
Its an endless cycle of death and rebirth
We breathe in the silence of the night
The crisp air rejuvenates our hearts
We stare at the flickering street light

I explore an open heart
I celebrate its translucent embrace
It leaks secret deep colours
She surrounds my eternity
I almost remember life
In Poetry I breathe
I slowly drink in the universe
To feel the liquid rhythm never changing
I speak in abstracts and metaphors
I live to express to those who understand
To understand the tangles of the soul and mind

We stand upon the wall
Burning fields and bleeding skies
We all headed the call
We marched to our demise
Whispers of our last kiss
Play like ghosts on our lips
We all think and reminisce 
The fabric of reality rips
The lines are getting blurry
Past and present merge
Madness has an ungodly fury

Everything that falls eventually rises
On the game show of our lives
There are so many fantastic prizes
Fast cars for the long drives
People come and go so quickly
Its an ever changing cast
Of the weak the strong and the sickly
Its all smoke and mirrors that move too fast
We're all on public access cable
A confusing show without a host
Were not a fairytale or some fable
We are a game show from coast to coast

I walk past the board
I take my seat among the  hoard
They feast their eyes on the substitute teacher
Wishing to torture her like a wild creature
She stands firm with determined eyes
Like god looking down from the skies
She speaks in a firm yet gentle voice
She makes it seems that we have some choice
We don't really but at least there's an illusion
The students come to a conclusion
To not give her total hell
They can tell
That she does not take ****
And we respect that a little bit