Divide to conquer must be true in some form
Since I’m all in the first half.. so whole, despite torn
But still when the tyrants dance I watch the view
They sing: “All hail democracy! Muse the lesser IQs!”

Avatars you are, some in red and some in blue
Time I lay hold of your neck to stop the spewing of NEWS
Been free as the fools to play with their lives
Then frown for a tear when one of them dies  

The ballot box, for all it’s foundation
knows equality, but in one situation
And the table you sit at leaves me in commotion, as the dumb get dumber, must I watch with devotion?
Paradise on earth needs but one kandid choice
Put down the value of a half-baked man’s voice

It’s second nature to compare doves to crows
For no pigeons land by the rivers and meadows
But divide to conquer must be false in some way
Since I’ve come to my end just to find that I’m frayed

A pelican dropped me and I fell from that acme
You waited and waited, thank God you caught me
My youth zoomed past me as you stood by
I grew tall as you, now we see eye to eye

Like roses in teacups, dazed and confused
Mama I was fooled, tried, tested and used
You broke my fall, that once upon a time
Now I fall again, in verse and rhyme

I’m not the smell he wants, the truth looks right at me
Mama the worst parts’ the fact that he had me
I lived in his home like a welcome guest
He still dwells in my heart, like a mole in my chest

Like roses in teacups, dazed and confused
Mama I was fooled, tried, tested and used
He broke my heart, a perfect crime
To whom can I speak to since I lost him as mine?

Bygons are memories of doomsday’s loss-
Earthly shades of lime-green moss
For ever now will be too late
To make this right so we cherish our fate

Chorus:
Bounty has claimed our soul and providence  
Sing together boys, for we are now prophetless
If the reaper comes for our bodies tonight
Let him know our sins to make them right

Grand theft from Noah’s arc
And barren scapes of shadows dark
Empty horizons on the road we take
Fire away, since to laugh is to break

We’ve made gypsies out of our women
Taken the world they were given
Under their eyes the circles grow dark
Their shoulders are heavy and skin like chalk

Talk is cheap and we touch in vain
Oh that Jane, too dull to to be the main thing
Sugar, I’m a king
Lookin’ at a good girl, with a bad name

Jane... No vanilla, I want meat, show me street, no chillin this heat
Still, her dedication to the meaningful is that kinda beautiful
But she’s never met one like me before
So I gotta go... I gotta go...

A fall from the sky like she’s heaven sent
And Baby cakes you know I’m hell bent
Cant break me in, can’t reach my sin
I’m a fish you can’t reel in

If you hang on like a backpack
Oh Jane I’ll take you to the mainland
You won’t be washed up ashore
Not this time, Jane

The summer breeze shook her knees
As she cherry picked words from an endless sea
She asked for love in a voice so dear
A broomstick witch, a typical seer

“The blood red moon visits nights like these”
She sang to me and the trees
All at once I’m her violin
Now my pursuit is original sin

Whats in her cauldron and is it burning?
My patience will last this night untill morning
Daybreak bringing a star like no other
Except for her, the one I’d rather

Ink Blot

Unpacking inner landscapes gracious with colour
Skin, for Jesus-sake has become a pillar
One black, one white, the culture of two bones
Then skulling our mix, as the hound hones

Bring my note to the offices high in the land
And pockets so low you’d trip on your waistband
To hear what I heard in the canyon of divide
“I dived from the cliff I was born on” I replied

“This time for Africa!” I heard off in the distance
One broken leg, you’d understand my resistance
To reach the voice I pulled my whole body
What I saw there was a sight that shocked me

A man on a carpet keeping the peace
Plus a God in the sky for all to believe
I absorb with my eyes as the sounds heal me
I share in their food, their heart, and become a devotee

Strength lies in numbers, but dollars or heads?
If one voice speaks, is that what they said?
In the canyon I meet my own, but listen to be wise
If I say we are disrespecting the other culture, my group, is this lies?