Here she comes for a short while ,
i feel that love again ,
she's just passing through ,
with no concern ,
about how long the sun burns .

got some news today ,
the devil said 'yes' ,
got permission to get lost ,
in a data wilderness .

i saw a number today ,
eight hundred words ,
showing more than ,
eight hundred feelings ,
come and look with me ,
dancing on sentences ,
music will join us ,
later .

i didn't like the picture ,
so i broke the frame ,
the picture , like my dislike ,
was totally unframed .

We
Poets
Are by far
The strangest ones
The ones who see rhyme
Where others just see pain
The ones who find darkness where
Others ignore it for the light
The ones who write unabashedly
And yet are still afraid to be themselves
The ones who are childlike in our intentions
But by far more mature in our thoughts and our means
We have to be this way, because being a poet
Is being strange and paradoxical, like life and death

Wasn't many days ago .
we were weaving in the mills .
they called our names .
ten at a time .
and taught us ******* .
see that young girl crying .
standing on the shore .
turn around and wave boys .
you'll see her face no more

Sent as rats with thin tin hats .
mow us down in rows .
here we go together boys .
we've no time left to grow .
see that young girl crying .
standing on the shore .
blow a kiss goodbye boys .
you wont kiss her anymore .

Taken from the mill towns .
left face down in the blood .
we never dreamed we'd die boys .
but others knew we would .
see that young girl waving .
standing on her own .
turn around and wave boys .
we wont be coming home .

Before we all go over boys .
one thing they never said .
they'll carve our names .
ten at a time .
among our brothers , dead .
see that girl upon the shore .
slowly turning round .
she'll soon be standing next to you .
laying flowers on the ground ..

give me a long coat ,
i'll win a speed boat ,
winning the races ,
wind in our faces ,
show me a winner then ,
take her to dinner then ,
give her my long coat ,
when her heart goes cold .