Well I got up and I'm getting up and I'm trying awfully hard
to get by
I'm trying awfully hard
to get by

The next stage is going to get better
The next stage is going to get better

The end is near
God bless America
And the Pope
The Thief comes to **** steal and destroy
And those who follow him do his deeds

Dont ***** about every wee thing
There are small things
That don't matter
And big things that do

The fat man sitting on the chair ****** the knowledge with his eyes
pontificating at the young people
The scrawny man being with the
***** lady
swung from the gallows of his mind

give thanks to God
who made the clouds
and the skyscapes selah

and all of creation

who made the pray mantis
on the dandelion stem
and the  skyscraper of men

the  great whales of the deep
and the box jelly fish inshore
If all the books were writ about him
there would not be enough to fill the world

Auckland Isles
way down south
icy ocean's  
waves  power
violence
lonely rock
hard hewn
crashing
wind thudding
gulls lift in air
and fall
far below
nests are scattered
babies cry
stand aloof
waiting
for fish filling meals

Feelings
Your sense of sorrow
twists my gut
welling up
springing out my side
Your anger
A breathless moment
My muscles shrinking
Pushing apart my arms