When the world looks dark,

Sometimes all you have to do

Is open your eyes.

Do you remember what I'd told
That getting over you is my only goal
But forgive me today for playing foul
Now getting over what I'd told is my only goal.

Huh, Get me out of this race, I am too tired to chase
and can no more outpace, all these rats in this place.

God, I'm running out of dates, running out of grace
and now there's a war in my brains, I can longer face.

These were my thoughts of those days, thoughts of that phase
a phase with all the haze, huh, really my dog days.

You eve' had a thousand days, stuck in a maze,
and all the people say, you are a ******, buttface!

Oh, you know, all those Sundays, and your pastor takes
a bible to praise, and shoves on your face, with a freaking verse.

Sorry, It's time I replace, a 'God' that brings disgrace.
It's time I erase, the 'you' in my brains, without leaving a trace.

No please God, Why don't you come out of space, to this base
and do what it takes, to make this g'**** world amaze!

Oh my Lord, It's too cruel to stay, with all your plays,
in that space, when your race is in search of a brace.

Lord, Just open the gates, get us out of these straits,
to a whole new place, Father, with all your grace.

Lord, just in case, if you can't deal with our mistakes,
just bury us in your rage, but please don't leave us in these Hades.

I almost celebrate the unpopularity
of my imaging sandpaper and saws
sounds
thy western accompaniment
of warmer inner purpose
progressions of chords
calming and coherent
when you listen to
the harmonies
like adding mustard and relish
to a hotdog
sniff around for
chords perfectly
a new layer or two
on a journey of  my own
may you join in
my Magical Mystery Tour
where I add an f flat
to an f major
f flat becomes
f seven
upon your shoulders
and my powers and
depth are nothing but borrowed
true artists
are more
articulate

I am but lyrical
trying to re-introduce
a cadence
developing
a dream or two
however successfully
or not

it might be because
of a disconnection
a hallucinogenic
recollection
an old song
I listened to
while tripping

a long time ago

a radical idea
no

nothing but
borrowed

shadows

I dipped my leary feet in a
pond called science and witnessed the
molecules turn to ice

I asked a priest the meaning of
life, he said
"To be redeemed by God"
I read the scriptures of holy
gospels
I pondered the interpretation's
of all the apostle's
Answer the phone
I asked a bald monk the meaning of
life, he said
"To walk along the path of light."
I banged a gong sketched with
calligraphy and ate only
pomegranate seeds
Answer the phone
I looked all around for pieces
that fit
That sanctuary where you
come from
Like crossstitched buttons
from different grazes
the semblance of home
Answer
the
phone.