i wrote a procedure
for processing guys
this procedure comes from experience
i am not allowed to help
but write, i allowed myself
to write back in time
to find you a way
a way to do some time
and not give
at the edge of give
they let you dive
jump into the pile
the wood piles, the other brothers dreams
how irish got it?
you can't talk about us
you get one judge from the good book
and one sentence
that is college
inside of where i can't be with you
i also wrote how
the state, seperated from the church
cannot typically progress
with so much civil rights language
getting gas pumped
civil rights gets corruption going
so back channel
all the way back to your civil war
we have seen you burn the sky in Ireland
history has film
and so i go forward
letting it be known
that i censused the pennies your not worth
at the moment
that i bite into a movement
catching all bullets
to take  nothing ever again
have fun, breathing

wanted to stare at contest
first awakening
i see you missing there
it costs my glue
thinking this was absolute
and there they wept
hallowed compromise
and our mizerly suspend

hi hate
never lust for me
as i find his lustra's mystics
i don't know if he is safe
but he got somewhere
so i am beyond yours

typical daybead, empty
our of ink, in news
so ****** and decadent is the toaster business

to know what we have to be through
why'nt i bring you lack
that girl never was for me
it's the plan she fir
always displayed
in her owning my reflections
enlightenment
the joke
of a million dollar corpse
the costing of learning
not to follow
to follow
a fool
never me
never follow me into your cinders

french downs
squared in by town
under covered stories
bought by a city

cared for by a staircase
i'd seem by the trains
losing to another smile i hid

she's not there, anymore
scared to scratch the glass
her ways tended to go, early in the day

in Britain i could walk
without falling as hard
as hard as sheets
preaching drum lessons
and her, her hiding dance again

no soul to give today ***
i gotta gig running a pond down
there's a guy and a gal
we go at it all morning day
bringing the salt out of the rivers

too bad about your career softy

If she is not help herself
Estranged angels
Have not forgotten their way

mothers provided homelessness
to get a job
and now
walk the streets, terrorizing men
what do we do

well you **** people
so you can go shopping
it is called shopping addiction
and little boys and girls who you hate
die in the receipts of your smile

you don't see, but we get abused
by the freedom we have
as you grow and multiply
the fat gross arms come flying
mouth flapping
disgust in your eye shadow
exhausting demons of news

desert mules trampling slaves

men fought this civil war, under many titles
so the gold and silver and logos of banking
would never touch our graves

and the beasts stampede, ugly and weak
blind justices of empty delivery
abandoned mirrors covered in shame

people are capable of silence
in privacy
one's own thoughts
created from brilliance
in the darkness of peace
the mind at rest
whole and alone
out front of the sun
the illusion of an exit
her dent, and lust
to burn home into her mind
yet not all are acquainted
with ancient cycles
relenting reason, tusking the fools
the wrong way, an unjust intro,forcing time
and the phone call, the injustice
of buying the phone call out
to stay in your morbid prison
fascinated in front of the world
only the world of yourself, the jealousy and the hell