Light upon the statue of
retreat,
"Get away from me!"
stupid mother,
for I, myself, lie
within a lie
and cards dealt do
fly, I
hesitate to say I wish I could
cry, but
the disgrace would
hit me in the face

Crush the ****** ants
crush them all
roll them over
call it up
ring it back
**** it in
blow it out,
left dead
no longer wandering
about

Leave me this way
with my false laughter,
stagnating mind,
it is true, I try to be kind,
But all for not
I cannot blot,
Make me blind
hurt me
justify my doubled
contempt,
it makes no sense
that at one time
I rhymed
and dreamed





A destructive force
is strong,
A reconstructive force
is too late,
a world of isolation
wouldn't that be great!?

Unable to retreat
for only fools avoid thought
and the universal mind,
without a translator,
is a love me not

In what I say none shall see,
I sting,
I stung,
just like an assimilated ant-bee.

Listen! What do you
see?
See! What do you
hear?
Uncensored, What do you
feel?
Tasteless human hell
Heavenly human smell,
oh...
do tell.

All combined by the link
brake the ****** chain,
disconnect
local bus,
electrical circuit drain:
If a tree falls in the forest... cliche.
If information is lost on the super-highway... cliche.

I refuse
to lose,
now amused,
at the fun-filled mind
so depressed, lifting up all but itself,
just put them on the shelf
free time for yourself

Lyrics to rise:
Curs' ed female
emotional warfare
****' ed males
physical,
unemotional warfare
The battle of a single mind
Destroying the thing we wind
Will we fall behind?
Look backwards,
at the passing of time,
LOOK! AHEAD!
Fix what was wrong...
and live really long

Lyrics to sing to a
retreating statue:
"Come here I care!"
loving mom
For a lie is just a
defense against
closeness,
a decent hand to
hold on to
I wish I could lie
and deny,
but truth always unfolds
don't die

Long live the ants
live long to them all
blow the hate out,
is that what I was
wondering about?

Be By Me
Not Too Close,
Stagnate Laughter
is soon repulsed,
I care, perhaps too much,
for ones unknown and known
my only request:
return the zest,
Return my dreams
or the balance of force

I have retreated in the
solace of universally translated hope;
I solidify and take shape,
running in many directions.