Nodding at the daylight I'm beginning to see That everything in this world Comes down to a simple choice
Moonlight on the terrace Stars in the sky The apples in the barrel Oh' lady, why you gotta' cry? It's just you and me here tonight Everything's gonna' be alright
See that horizon blistering cherry red What else can be said about beauty That already hasn't been said? Not enough of this world sees the simple Your perry winkle eyes Your dawn lit dimples Scootch over here a little
These streets are nameless The roads are dark This soul of mine is feeling bare Feeling downright stark Can it be that I'm growing old Or am I just beginning to see A different kinda' light? So many questions So little time... Don't know if I'm every gonna' make it Out of this God awful town I feel a hand reach out But I've already drowned
Money is the devil And love are our angels Little sister Little brother Come on down and Visit dear old mother There ain't nobody else You'll never find another
Take my hand By the river The moon hangs in the sky Little a silver sliver Toads are chirping The birds have all gone to sleep Walk soft through the reeds, you said, Don't make a peep
I've attended all the banquets I've seen all the scenes I've burned all the trinkets I've gone where all have been Don't take my word for it There's many things to see But make sure you know That nothing is truly make believe
The truth is a cheshire Grinning in the shadows Being there As well as not All construction goes asway As Shakespeare once said Make your bed Watch the sun Remember to laugh And hold the hand of the daff
The heart attack machine Is tinted yellow Like the teeth of a thousand old A cradled cat meows on the fence post All ridicule in asides When we were sending letters And you read them upside down I thought you said you were smiling But you were actually wearing a frown At least we've got our lies And our truths we whispered Sitting on the bedside
Out of this chaos comes No solution Look at all of this Thick tangled up pollution We've got men With guns Sisters dressed in costumes, But who knows If they aim to be nuns? I've got no present I've got no past All that can be forgotten, Can. Let yourself go Soar where the wind Tears you to bits and the cold Forces you to forget Everything you've ever been told Little sister watch my palm Read the songs Past the music
All is not tragic
Chilly blade used on the foray All stories Have their Ending. Take no advice. Record no spending. All friends Lost in death Are the ones That will Forever last.
Butterflies on the edge of pen. All your letters Are sent away. The trees outside are on fire, The sky is too. When you said you were one of them, Your skin turned a deep blue. All the bank men have my number While I'm laying in my bed in slumber. "How much?" he asks, "For one of your Famous hummers?" "Two-twenty-five," licked the lips, "Aren't you a swell smelling stunner."
Nail in the wall That holds no frame Love in the stall She doesn't have a name Can it be baby That our love ain't any different That we're all just The same? Door opens wide And I'm filled with pride Can't believe my luck That I don't Have to choose a side.
Wicked car ride through the Appalachian trails Most men I know Have little or no luck. The dead end is glaring. We all plan our weekend trips. Where are our spoils? I'm beginning to toil On the empty hopelessness of it all. Wipe my eyes clean of this dirt I want to see through them One last time You've made my dreams come true You've let me see through Give me my pen Give me my paper I've got one last ride in the rhyme
Heavy metal bars around my mind All appetizers are served on the side Bar down the street is closed - batter down the hatches Every witch that was burned Every son that was hung Has a memory to bright to fade away They take the place of stars And the rifling engines of muscle cars.
Oh' courage Lion's eye Turtle's will A favorite sonnet For the blonde eyed bonnet This grass under my feet is wet With the dew of you Tears were never your Strong suit Am I talking to you Or the man behind? The cracks in the sidewalk Are breathing, winking, tingling With the thought of you And you only.
Praise the one walking alone At 5 am They walk alone With all their bones Revealing themselves Like a hidden Sun The winter comb Hasn't yet made their tomb There's no home for the wicked Or a time too soon
Alright...we've had enough Of the chivalry. She removed Her hand in a vicious kind of way. There wasn't much else Left to say. Take what you want from her, But me, you're gonna have to bleed For what I've made. Daring Blade, sinister trade, forget all that was Made before you were released as sane. Write down the pain. Memorize all that was writ' About your Dear disease. Take the handkerchief son, If you're going to sneeze.
All postage should be signed And forged By the gorge on the left-side Of the Forgotten hillside. All presents forwarded to Dr. Nine Glen Opposites. He takes no calls. Secretaries hold all wishes, grants, And mishaps. We are the internet age.
Get used to it and Forget The day before Yesterday, as well as today.
Signing off.
Presentable Shades Of the miscued Actor Number Two.