It's 2am
and I'm still here
I should have skipped
that second beer
Perhaps the third
and forth ones too
I swear my drinking
days are through

What's that?
McFarland bought a round?
He never buys!
The filthy hound!
Then I'll drink that one
and gladly go
It'd be quite rude
to just say 'no'

Alright I'm done
It's been a ball
What's that you say?
The final call?
In that case
give me one to go
It'll be my last
I swear it's so

Oh Jesus
Where's that ****** door?
And how'd I wind up
on the floor?
And when did morning
come to pass?
Oh Heaven,
save my sorry ***

My woman,
Lord I'm in so deep
She'll knock my brains
into next week
She'll show no love
or sympathy
Save me lord!
Oh woe is me!

Whatever am
I going to do?
I really haven't
got a clue
What's that?
You open up at four?
Then I guess I'll stay
and have one more

The character appearing in this work is fictitious but then again, aren't we all?


Like Humpty Dumpty
on the wall
My shell is cracked
and that ain't all
Below the neck
I'm hunky dory
While up above is
another story

What sits on top
is food for crows
Don't ask me why
I do not know
Perhaps I fell
upon my head
while sleeping
on a waterbed

To tell the truth
it doesn't matter
why the little
neurons scatter
every time
I try to focus
on the world
that's passing
by

But in my head
it's rather cozy
Everything is
bright and rosy
So I shall
remain in here
Beyond the
Sadness
and the fear

Through the centuries, ecclesiastical types have called poets deviants and inferred we would burn in Hell for our heresy. I've often wondered what the rhymes of a condemned poet might look like...*


#1
The serpent got
a ***** wrap
as well as did
the Jews
And if you read
between the lines
you won't believe
The news

#2
As I'm not
a Christian
I think it
quite odd
That I should
be punished
by a biblical
God

#3
God the father
and his boy
appear to find
the greatest joy
deciding who
will sing or fry
in pits of Hell
or Heaven’s sky
Me thinks I’d
rather burn in Hell
for truth be told
I don't sing well
Besides in Heaven’s
realm I hear they’ve
put a ban on wine
and beer

#4
Scribbled notes
on wrinkled pages
offer up my
rants and rages
To the gods
both big
and small
who really
don't exist
at all

#5
Going to Hell
is not my intention
For Hell I believe
is your little
invention
Ingeniously
Crafted for
scaring the
masses
By threatening
Flame if they
don't kiss your
*****.

#6
Such a simple
happenstance
No books to
study true
No condemning
sermons from
the everlasting
Jew
And since
His love
is only for
the chosen
and the few
I think I'll pass
on Sunday Mass
I've better things
to do

#7
Galileo’s castrated
brilliance shackled
to an empty cross
as demonic paramours
burn in the city square

#8
Rest assured
the herd will
follow the absurd
proclamations’
and the institution's
philosophical solution
to the daily grind
that binds us all
to this stalled
morality we
have mistaken
for God

#9
'Peace on earth
and love thy neighbor'
Cried the man with
cross and saber
Even as he slaughtered
millions for the crime
of pagan birth

#10
Cups and saucers
filled with gold
but not a cent
may we behold
for we are not
among the few
selected by the
ancient Jew

Another song. I really need to see about recording these things. All I need is a band and a studio...lol


verse

We scratch and we claw for the answer
but no one pays heed to the dancer
Her movements convey revelation
but we still kneel and pray for salvation

Will we ever see?
No we’ll only see what we want

Will it ever be?
It’ll never be what we want

verse

At the end of it all I envision
the truth will demand a decision
Will you quote from the book of delusion?
Or admit that it’s all an illusion

Yes I truly do
believe that you will see

But it’ll be too late
for the likes of you and me

verse

In the depth of our soul we remember
But the flame's burning down to an ember
In our heart lies our own absolution
But we look to the sky for solutions

Yes I truly do
believe that you will see

But it’ll be too late
for the likes of you and me

up tempo, bridge

Tomorrow comes on broken wings
But you reject the life it brings
Preferring false reality
To the world you clearly see
around you

It’s time to fish or cut the bait
So gather the collection plate
Messiahs standing at the gate
But still you sit and hesitate
It astounds you

Confusion's never what it seems
The world is filled with broken dreams
The choice you make is crystal clear
Tomorrow's hope or yesterday's fear
You must decide

For my part I'll choose to love
And if there is no god above
I'll rot beneath the broken ground
But in my heart I'll know I've found
the answer

In the heart of the dancer

In the heart of the dancer

end

A night as dark
as dark can be
a wind to chill
the bone
And peering
out into the void
I feel so all alone
But then I feel
you next to me
a comfort through
my fear
And even though
you don't exist
I'm really glad
you're here

Bitten

Most of us were laughing
at the lady dressed in rags
She pushed an ancient shopping cart
filled up with paper bags

We gazed at her through Ray-Bans
and we flashed our teeth of gold
We huddled warm inside our coats
as she shivered from the cold

We didn't move to lend a hand
or help in any way
We mocked and laughed like stupid fools
with nothing kind to say

But now I find I think of her
in rags, without a dime
I'd surely do things differently
if God would turn back time

But alas it is to late for that
despite my change 0f heart
Yes I think about her on the street
as I push MY shopping cart

Give me a reason to keep on going
Give me a reason to rise and shine
Give me the courage to face the morning
Give me ambition and a steel spine
Give me a clue to the destination
Give me direction to the *** of gold
Give me a sign to know that you’re out there
Give me a moment away from the cold

Hello?

Naught but an echo in the hollow ether
Not but the wind to carry the sound
Naught but the laughter of yonder mountain
Naught but a tombstone in lonely ground
Naught but a memory that fades in the moonlight
Naught but a thought that passes away
Naught but a soul to vanish forever
Naught but a tear at the end of the day