Captain Is such an abrasive term Call me zebra instead Call me every other weekend Salute the system Or form a mutiny As disciples of Moby **** Just be sure rank and file Are futile
Everything now is beautiful
Rainbirds Caged in your barbed-wire heart Jaded feather friends In migration Tasting shapes And drawing blood From artistic wings As freedom of flyway must Still belong to the rule
Everything now is beautiful
Hopscotch On sorted sidewalks Ride the escalator instead Up one floor To the mezzanine That panders to The perversions of quiet girls Innocence outshines Experience When the hemisphere is Short on lifeboats And late for school
Everything now is beautiful
The missing world Beneath our feet Is what the ocean Tells us about ourselves "From swerve of shore To bend of bay" Check the notes In the margin Postcards and maps Depicting these dazzle ships And the angry waters They chart Are always of Skinny-dipping Sea vessels Her mons and ponds Face-up And full frontal
Everything now is beautiful
Dove taking Swan keeping We've power against dreams We've articles of war So this line is expendable An anguish languish Deep deep down Turning with the wave Against the sound Where we sailed on from one love To find another As usual
Omnes una manet nox (One night is awaiting us all)
How come The heart-wrenching And the unexpected Widow's grief Turned-brief?
The lady in black Soon defying Funeral decorum Put on pink clothes Decency that lack Simply to attack A deceased Cheating husband Whose unfaithfulness Kept in the dark Soon after funeral Became stark!
Aghast adultery Triggers He'll knows no fury.
Some mourners could learn their spouse's affair after they ceased to be
Insanity engraved in Exhibition is going on Madness instill Paradox of false learning continue! Nature encores its own functions So called exhibitionism never inspire to learn, unlearn and relearn! So, madness continue to engraved its own coffer for exhibition!
I keep dreaming of flashbacks That reminisce about the future I keep looking ahead At days already long lived ago I keep seeing your face when my eyes close A face I'm yet to meet I keep fighting each day When the war has already been lost
A knight’s honor is filled with injustice The Martyr’s wounds are made by Martyrs The traitor’s betrayal came from let down A Ruler’s demise is to create a new Ruler To Win, there has to be lost Growth is stimulated by death Happiness from someone else causes another’s wrath
