Go inform the prisoners
this is their last day
soon they will be rounded up
tell them all to pray
idle words of comfort
will not profit them
when their sandalled footsteps,
to the sands ascend

Long have they awaited
for their hour to call
heaven's hosts to lend wings
when their bodies fall
see the chains they're dragging
and their tattered rags
the fools rejoice to wear them
for the Son of Man

The convicts are paraded
the audience can see
that their foolish ideas,
impossible beliefs
are scoffed at by Nero
and all of Rome indeed
gods and men are laughing
at these martyrs to be

They won't beg for mercy
the emperor knows well
they won't deny their God and King
who's name they lastly yell
two hundred men and women
new converts to the way
were executed just last week
not one renounced their faith

Many more will go today
down to the dust and grave
in their pens the lions wait
for blood they salivate
set loose, the beasts lunge at their prey
who fall praising His name
"long live Jesus!", they cry out
before they're mauled and maimed

Yes many more are going today
to St.Peter they're drawn
their spirits live in freedom now
the light of heaven's dawn
for as the screams all fade away
while evil thinks it's won
out of the ****** colliseum
God's own rise up in song

Cyanide capsule in the mouth of a ******
roses in the hands of a man with no wife
blue prison walls repainted dull grey
birds take flight in a thundering sky

Yellow tie hubris in the staff rooms of madness
expletives ring out, they're competing for cash
speaker of the house eats a bologne sandwich
ten million die at the drop of a hat

Patriotic songs blare out of a jukebox
some punk shoots a birdie as he walks on by
a little kid inspired by the rebellious gesture
salutes the flag then starts to cry

Frank Worm grew large and distinguished.
He was this casket's tribal leader,
in all his white and slimy, bloated glory.
He ate most of his appointed corporal meals in elegance.
Even had first dibs on the poor *******'s brain.
This delicacy made him smart.
And with the votes of Crumble and Weezy,
two of his friends on the New Maggot Council;
he was elected party president.
Then sure enough the whole body was consumed.
And at last, even poor Frank rotted away in his waste.

That devil's name is unruly.
His disorder's great, he lacks all self-control.
His place is always discheveled.
He won't wash his face, there is nowhere he goes.
He snarls and hisses so rudely.
And boldly declares that he's not coming out.
Out of that poor man until he,
eats dust and with blind eyes goes stumbling about.

That devil's name must be torture.
She'll fill you in on what you do not know,
those nights you desire her pleasure,
and pay to gain entrance to her lovely show.
She'll satisfy all your cravings.
Then she will leave you to wail and to cry,
all alone coldly reflecting,
the price it has just cost your soul for a ride.

Last night I had a dream
that a signal was beamed
from a satellite hovering in space
and the news was received
with joy and it was deemed
to be profitable to our race
the transmission relayed
altered everyone's brains
by suppressing all angry emotions
so the wars finally ceased
now mankind was at peace
free to offer their love and devotion
to their god in the sky
that had saved all their lives
technological wonderful master
but like miracle cures
that are not really pure
it soon met with such utter disaster
'*** the signal did crash
when an asteroid smashed,
the satellite obliterated
the great helper at last
was dethroned and outclassed
and the hope of the nations all faded
all the feelings of hatred,
the turmoil, and spite
that had been pushed down quickly resurfaced
with such terrible force
that the next day of course
every nuclear bomb served it's purpose

Don't believe the girl when she tells you she went
against her better nature and did you wrong.
Don't believe her when she promises the world.
She will never deliver. Nobody's that strong.

*** she would take you out to sea.
And drown you there in make believe.
And no one here can be set free
by imaginary love.

Don't believe the guy when he buys you the ring,
in fair exchange for your heart strings.
There's nothing in his offering,
you're not really paying for.

*** though he takes you to the moon,
and brings the stars clear into view;
the oxygen runs out too soon,
with imaginary love.

There's not a cloud in the sky today
look upwards if you may
though your eyes only see halfway
try imagining heaven
whisper a prayer for all you do
for what you don't know or think untrue
it stands to reason that the angels are blue
from what's above us, that's a given

All of the sadness that pierces your heart
sooner or later will help you to part
with comfortable things that only enslave you
and keep you from the divine
the gladness you seek will come raining down
it will pour out from the crown
of the one God eternal
who created you to shine

The vast expanse of air declares
the infinite love that we'll share
in storied clouds that swirling form
or lightning as it tears
in crimson sun displays at dusk
on brightest stars that shine each night
we only see heaven halfway
but I trust we'll be alright

All of the madness that weighs on my heart
sooner or later must help me to part
with all of those things that damage my spirit
and keep me from being free
the gladness I seek will come raining down
it will pour out from the crown
of the one true God above
who loves us  eternally.

the ghosts are dancing
in the open fields
happy to be shadows
never wanting to feel
the weight of physical bodies again
the suffering it deals
these spectres seek forevermore
to just remain half real

the ghosts are crossing
the final corridor
overjoyed at not being followed
by Earthly fears anymore
slowly they become less hollow
after entering heaven's door
and dance with new and perfect bodies
that won't suffer anymore

You'll be fine, this I know
that wherever you may go
there'll be stars you can count
there will be hands you can hold
I just wish for a time
we could walk side by side
gazing up at the sky
leaving sorrows far behind

When there's weakness in your bones
from such hurt this world inflicted
and your spirit cries at night
for the beauty that is gone
think of nothing dear but God
and what your heart knows of freedom
till the radiance of heaven
grants it's tender kiss of faith

I can't promise paradise
ready-made without a fight
but I want to let you know
that I'd hold you until daylight
when the newness of tomorrow
will make sure you're celebrating
standing miles away from sadness
knowing peace and joy at last

Love is yours
It has ever been I'm sure
It calls you by name.
Night and day, night and day.
To come in from the rain.
To make it plain and clear,
that love is yours.
It has ever been my dear.

you wear your honeysuckle rose
picked form a field where we eloped
on your straw hat, blue and elegant
while your new sewn dress looks good

but its hem is collecting briars
what a mess these fields unknown
but with you nothing is really new
and that fact is clearly shown

I know we've been here long ago
I've dreamt of this some time before
during nights so dark and old
which God in mercy brought to my shore

And a light rain starts to fall
the rainbow says it's almost gone
you turn your face towards the sky
your lips are now no longer dry
the cool rain washes over us
we kiss and hold each other tight
the day will dark when leaves the light
but this time we've spent feels so right

it's a new time
in an old rhyme
I wonder what is real
and what is half believed
but I let these questions go
when I'm with you
no love is old

yes you know, we're one not two.
and I love honeysuckle you.

In green days of longing, a youth fills his mind
with notions of love and drives so unkind
fragrances blossom, unbridled and wild
from warm skin empassioned 'neath ivory smiles

bitter-sweet fruits grow in bellies of night
when desire's tempted, to ****** they might
protected like first-borns, not wanting to die
'neath ivory smiles, she teases, "come try."

too early however, he's emptied of fire
the girl yearns for more, she conceals her ire
behind the veneer of a thin, vacant smile
she lies: "That was good. Now let's cuddle a while."

I love the stillness of the mornings with you
when there's nowhere we need to go to find elation's gift
when words you speak communicate nothing I need to hear
save for those lovely tones expressing your desire to kiss

It's not that we were afraid
of being bright, pigs, cool, or gay
it's worse
we were midliners
middle of the road
monkeys in the middle
the rubber ball always flew above our heads
beyond our outstretched arms
two inches
the span of a universe to a miss
the yearning of touch for us kids
we always ******
medium built
medium length hair
medium length nose
experimenting with tried and true formulaic expressions
set before us by the happy mediums of the art world
full of holes
our brains seeped out
set on fire
then stamped out
one day I dreamt I held the ball in blind fury
the idiot older kid doubled over
wretching on my brown shoes
moment of glory
I punched him in the gut
I clutched the previously elusive orb
wearing a toothy grin
I was no monkey in the middle then

Someday I may just trade
my mind in for a *****
a fool's crusade I'll undertake,
a dragon shall I slay

And with it's scaly hide,
I'll fashion boots so fine
the nobles shall tremble with fear
whenever I walk by

Outside the city gates
my enemies shall quake
their ranks I'll decimate
their heads shall sit on pikes

Of women, gold, and ale
I will then take my pick
the choicest and the best
to hell with all the rest

My years shall be so kind
with scores of concubines
my darling wife and queen
shall bear me children five

George, Ringo,, John, and Paul
I will give names to all
the last one I'll detest
him Elton shall I call

And when my kingdom's crumbling
and minstrels sing sad tales
I'll slay some other stupid beast
then gladly drink my ale

We are all just colors
flying in the solar
system of the dollar
if you care, then holler
at the high and lowly
the beautiful and homely
what's real is more fantastic
than any fiction is

We are seekers guided
by an outrageous deity
from Him we are all hiding
His voice booms and we quake
in fear that we're releasing
like neurotoxins kissing
creating warring babies
that rob us of our bliss

Freedom comes with loving
love repairs our hatred
what we hold is sacred
in cabinets of time
empty them of garbage
of sad and forlorn longing
that always leaves us hanging
to life unsatisfied

Death comes with a price
no kidding, look around
and take some last advice
from every plotted ground
harsh like violent crimes
hideousness hides
and scares a soul half-blind
until courage is found

A nameless child runs fast
down the road to ruin
cursing life all the time
everything and everyone
to survive she must be tough
and never give much thought at all
to where she will be at the end
of her sad, worthless life

She finds there's only misery
wherever she does go
she's always tired and lonely
in the arms of strange men
who pay to be her friend a while
in return for good deeds
she performs in some dark rooms
of certain cheap motels

And she knows ......
the devil's got her number
tonight if she went under
she wouldn't care at all
Yet she wonders .....
if she'll find absolution
beyond this world's confusion
and if God's real at all

But some cold night embracing
some man seeking her pleasure
from her own lips there will escape
the slightest breath of prayer
conceived in pain, her faith is born
of ultimate despair
exhaling a redemptive call
"God help me if you're there."

You know I'm running
'*** I'm unwanted
I am numbered
amongst the dead
clearly haunted
like some mansion
filled with prized possessions
but so full of dread

and yes I'm tired
of being wired
sitting in on conversations
for evidence
to give an account
in God's courthouse
on the day I leave this Earth
to face my judgement

Mary lay your roses down this time
I know they are not really mine
you picked them from your garden for another guy
don't try and captivate me with your eyes

you hold me
you scold me
when I don't play by your rules
it's frayed
yet I'm swayed
to believe our love is cool
but there is really nothing
to be hanging around here for
so Mary lay your roses on the floor

Mary, it's a burden to be led around
by the hand at all times to be safe and sound
I'll cross them on my own
these streets where I am from
I thought you were my lover not my mom

You're all in
I'm folding
I don't think my hand matches yours
tomorrow
I'll be gone
it's taken so long to be sure
to realize that you and I
will never be quite right
so Mary lay your roses in the light

In public she'd walk, only doing her worst
people cracked jokes, I repaired her thirst
but she'd get kicked out, for there was little doubt
she was some sort of witch whom herself had been cursed

her face was a mess, painted fiery red
she was haggard and wasted, seemingly dead
I wondered what tragedy had made her that way
when she told me I'd best watch my head

from that tired place I did take my leave
the three years I'd been there held little for me
most days I would finish my shift feeling grieved
by the ominous words that she spoke to me

Shirley, you strange soul, your darkness was deep
your shadow was the only friend that you'd keep
I wonder what mad tales about you were spun
from your own reflection in mirrors you'd run

I live inside a snow globe
a truly bored and dying soul
these plastic people figurines
dwelling here are just as cold
it seems I've always managed
to not believe what's told
that far beyond these glass walls
exists a warm, green home

And every now and then,
the mighty hand of God extends
to shake my world and thus begin
a cataclysmic spin
the snow flurries commence
to settle on the ground herein
where both of my feet stand frozen
in winter without end.....

my icy tears descend

What would intrigue me?
oh just a fig leaf
worn impolitely
by maiden fair

What would attract me?
oh now let me see
perhaps that same leaf
tossed in the air

What would induce me
to cross the vast sea
and battle hordes
in castles and lairs?

What would ****** me
if not what she seeks,
rubies and diamonds
for her to wear?

What would be fair?,
I cannot stop her
with all her avarice
thirsting for more

What would she care
about what's proper,
nor if this old fool
should die at war?

What would consume
my heart with such madness,
to think I could
satisfy all her lust?

What force could exhume
my soul from the sadness
in which my corpse lies now
buried in dust?

I want to gaze at sunsets
and not think one more day has passed
in which I lived with regrets,
just paralyzed by my sad past
I want to see its colors,
the vibrant hues of clouds at dusk
and hope for all it offers
a good night's rest and chance to trust

To trust the divine painter
of heaven's canvas, western skies
who's beauty ever renders
my heart to ponder and to cry
to cry for his kind mercy
to heal my broken soul so blind
that after witnessing such splendor,
just hang my head and sigh

Eternity's light shines within
the heart's transcendent strife
with finite numbered beats it sings
the brevity of life
And we are all like children here
Our favorite question's why
The better question though is where
will I be when I die?

You are succulent and round
you're the hare and I'm the hound
rumors have been circling 'round
that you've put on extra pounds

And my table now is set
there's a place reserved for one
you've got room to roam and run
I'm the one who holds the gun

Napkins, forks, and knives are out
I'll scoop some bites right on in
to my watering mouth a treat
soon well done you'll be indeed

Shiny utensils I own
separate the meat from bones
you're a veritable feast
thank you for the grub, bunny

Gotta find that certain someone
who will make me feel alive
Oh that's right, there's no such person
in this birdcage full of beehives
silly me dreaming of true love
love's a chemical response
that kicks into overdrive
when some cute girl walks on by

History  is a  reminder
of the processes of life
God made man a social creature
but that creature lost its mind
when he  chose to dwell in darkness
and forgot all plans divine
snakes and angels fuelled his madness
strange cave paintings showed in time

Fish in rivers, bears in mountains
prey and predator alike
both became food for the wanton,
savage hunger of his crimes
Til the last known wishing fountain
swallows up its final coins,
this world shall ever be haunted
by the offspring of his *****

overhead
are the sun
and the moon
of this galaxy in spin

underneath
are the grass
and the dirt
growing flowers dressed brighter than kings

inside and out
are the laughter
and sounds
of rejoicing with old friends

all around
is the wind
of heaven
which makes every heart to sing

I fit just fine and mix it up,
blend in with anyone
don't need a name, my age is old,
I've been around some

I'm capable of joy and mirth
to you what is it worth?
I tend to laugh when others do,
a countenance well-rehearsed

I turn puke-green when sickness strikes
and yellow in the sun
ashen grey when death arrives
I'm a chameleon

People share their grief for fun
and shed tears for relief
offer up condolences
the process isn't brief

Me, I'm always in a hurry
to exit these scenes
I would apologize if they
were not so deserving

Scaly hide and shifty-eyed
I'm nervous when alone
I like it when there's folks around
who's hearts I make my own

I cannot touch the ones that love
and trust providence still,
I make most men to lose their minds
and act upon my will

I roam the whole world to and fro
and won't stop 'til I'm done
devouring the empty souls
of harlots and their sons

Exactly what is happening? ',
she asked, ' why so unnerved?
You can tell me anything
Let's for a while converse '

I planned on saying those words to her,
this had to be the day
to let her know just how I felt
but couldn't quite convey

For when I set to tell it plain,
the phrase would not come out
into her gorgeous eyes I gazed
and then instead announced:

I' care about you, think about you,
laugh like mad each time we meet
I confide in your and trust you
You're the one I need '

'In other words you love me',
she said with brightest smile
'I've been longing just to hear this
for the longest while'

'But since you're too chicken to say so,
it will have to do
that I be the one to first say
that I love you too

Nails stained yellow from nicotine's hello
hair white and so thin, whatever stlli grows
skin wearing clothes suited for an old fellow
without a  friend  in the world nor a home

Arm flesh all cracking from medicine thinning
blood til that blood leaks from tiniest of cuts
Tethered to madness, heavy-hearted soldier
fighting a war that's already been lost

Age fallen  on him  like dog years times seven
no hope of rising from his wheeled seat
no pride left in him, weeps at all hours
and does not care either way now who sees

I come around now, each time embarrassed
at my own lack of concern for his needs
sadly however, he's mostly a stranger
whom I will visit when moved by pity

I wish to God things were different between us
that I could say  'I love you' earnestly
each time I tell him, it's only to spare him
the pain of his heart's  shattered billionth piece

In my early childhood days of school,
I was "weird", couldn't concentrate on rules,
relating to subjects I was subjected to.
I was sent to the principal or ignored as a fool.

"Focus", they'd say.
Which was just hocus pocus.
Back then there was no treatment
for what I had.
"He's short on attention."
"The span of an infant."
"He's being rebellious."
"He makes us so mad."

Those dry conversations, no doubt had before me,
I cannot remember, I'm sure they took place.
The stammering faces of angry old teachers,
I do not recall well, they're shadows quite vague.
I was locked in my bubble of attention deficit,
a modern term to describe a wandering mind.
My high school g.p.a. was **** poor. I still passed.
Today I finish short books from time to time.

If you're a young kid suffering from a.d.d., bless you.
There's hope for you yet with psychiatric care.
Me I've gained patience from this "new" disorder.
And now I ignore all I don't want to hear.

I asked a wise man questions once
He answered 'I don't know
'Well then, who does?, I shot back
He dismissed me to go
up onto some mountainside
where cold and shrill winds blow
sure I might gain knowledge there
at the cost of sorrow

Insight to the ways of nature, life and death and time
Mastery over creation's intricate designs
Power to fell tallest trees or move clouds in the sky
But even on the summit, I'd feel low without love's high

Search for the light
that can only be your star
search for the knowledge
only wisdom imparts
search for the visions
hidden deep inside your heart
seek ye the kingdom
it isn't far

Search for solutions
to the problems that appear
don't bother trying
to solve riddles of fear
take comfort knowing
that although this world shall pass
that gift of heaven
is yours if you ask

Flowers in the vase
flowers in the pond
flowers in the arms of my lovely one
she's holding a bouquet
bought for Mary's sake
she's going to greet the ******
with her bright offering today

She'll pray the rosary twice
for days of loss and nights of grief
those petals delicate,
the ****** never sees
my baby loves me dear
protection she entreats Maria
that we'll always remain
under her watchful gaze

But the flowers at her feet all wilt and die.
Holy lady give my girl a sign.
Then I too will offer up the same.
Fresh cut flowers for you Notre Dame.

I'm ready to depart for greener pastures
I'm all choked up by thoughts of leaving you
but honey, my life's story's no disaster
my hopes of paradise are coming true

One final farewell kiss my dearest darling
is my last wish before I step on through
that cold and painful doorway of my parting
for my rent earthly tent no more will do

I guess I'll see you later on my love
when time is gone forever and no longer interrupts
our dreams and how we make them real, forever in our hearts
I guess I'll see you later on my love

What's that I'm hearing now my sweetest angel?
above and far beyond there's love enthroned
you press your head against my chest, I exhale
release the ghost to find my savior's home

I know sometimes you'll mourn me in my passing
and grief will sure assail you with its tears
you'll cry awhile but I know love that lastly,
you'll be with me again so don't you fear

I know I'll see you later on, I promise
to walk those golden streets, your hand in mine
it will eternally then be a party
I'll see you later on when you arrive

Life is short...eternally
Earth is small...the galaxy
spins and spins...creatively
we stand in awe

At midnight we're apart like seperate stars
at a loss for who we really are

Days are long...hourly
driving on...infinitely
to cross the finish line
in time to win it all

A prize that will eventually dissolve
overshadowed by souls more evolved

Another chapter's ended
yet who can comprehend it ?
we scanned through all the pages
we forgot what it meant
to read between the lines
in increments of time
our breath was a distraction
to rhythm and to rhyme

It's meaning simply will go undefined
interpret it however you may like

I am simply broken
only now can I get better
I'm not sure yet if I may
but if all goes well, I might

I'm the fragment of a stranger
gazing in the mirror, saying,
"I'm not him, he's not me"
The reflection is a lie."

For the nose is slightly off
to the left or to the right
and the eyes they seem less green
with a little less of light

All these fingers that are pointed
at the glass just aren't mine
"I'm not him, he's not me.
There is no one here tonight."

And the mouth is forming words
but the ears have never heard
'*** an isolated soul
from self-listening's deterred

Mind encased in solid ice
no reality to find
and I'll shave tomorrow morning
if this beard is really mine

the sun's gone down
now I'm waiting for the sky to fall
waiting for these tears to go and roll along
ready for them to be gone from my eyes
the sun's gone down
now it's dragging the entire sky

the sun's gone down
it's ushering the darkness in
it's calling for the ill-fated to sink or swim
the stuff I'm on's got me pinned down to the floor
the sun's gone down
and I cannot think anymore

anxiety's the dog
that follows me around
it takes me for a walk
it never settles down
I wonder who will first
be buried in the ground
here's hoping that it's he
and not the other way around

the sun's gone down
not unusual at all
it sank below the west horizon
and night's come on
I'm waiting for the blind to see
and the lame to run
the sun's gone down
now another day is done.

I'll be stuck here a week
in this psychiatric bubble
for the nonsense I speak
now I got myself in trouble
and I feel there's no relief
from the chaos and the struggle
when I live with unbelief
in some beautiful tommorow

It is right around the corner
just over the next horizon
but my spiritual disorder
always has me on the run
from some devil or a lunatic
parading in the sun
with a giant cardboard sign that reads,
'You'll never have some fun'

There is no such thing as harmony
I don't think it 's real
but if by some wild chance I'm wrong,
it certainly is sealed
inside an iron vault
in some dark woods by fog concealed
that's wrapped up tight inside the guts
of some big whale's last meal

Itt is washed up on a shore sublime,
spewing on the beach
the dark clouds of regret shall lift,
exposing all the trees
that will burn down to ash in time
the vault shall then be found
and when the lock is picked and it is opened, I'll be sound

I'm strolling
I'm always high
now that's one huge dishonest lie
redundant as the muddled sky
that's always painted grey
when I say I'm okay

Fearsome,
the bitter storms
that rip through my heart, now I'm torn
between changing and keeping form
with alll I am today
undecided, I sway

Nighttime,
my consolation
I thoughtfully regard it's calm
with mind at ease,
motion will cease
give way to dreams, embalmed

I'm tired
I'm sipping coffee
bored
I'm watching t.v.
the hours just slip away from me
I veg and rot away....
indoors all day I stay

The house....
is one big ghostland
now.....
that we don't hold hands
but neither of us care to see
each other's face again....
our love is at an end

Dear...
you took off running
back....
to mom and daddy
with everything remotely valuable
except your little dog....
the poodle i still walk

On certain evenings though, my loneliness becomes too much.
And I so miss a home-cooked meal and your feminine touch.
But then our wedding vows resound in my head like a curse.
In sickness or in health unless we get too **** bored first.