The Kamel had no skin on his gums,
With outstretched hooves and saline eyes,
A rustic desert bending on the Horizon,
Boundlessly veering off course,
There he'll give eternally in the mirror,
(Trying to reflect)
Right before the show,
And he'd instantly need to know,
What was that?
Had his peak come and gone,
Without vision he'd have no clue,
When he'd know,
Or when they had known,
What had happened?
There he saw footprints in the snow,
Crossing over each other high up,
Beyond the intrusions and dials,
Joyfully drenched in fearful awareness,
Peacefully engaged with time,
Those moments that came to the Kamel's Head,
Where all was lost and fully known.

The water in my canteen has been cooled,
On the windowsill from the cold night's wind,
I wrapped myself with all the warmth I could muster,
The heating desire witnessing the future and its change,
I am stuck in my room-cell,
Unable to move from their forces caving in,
Until they call for me to do the meager chores of life,
Then back,
Unwashed,
To my cave and etchings,
Where I have been for so long.

I just stepped outside and this is what I saw:
An armored truck brandishing controlled themes,
On a direct course head-on with a veiled rival,
Or so seen to be,
Malcolm X look-a-like strides with headgear,
Otherwise plugged in, turned up, and otherwise,
Shut down, turned away, failing to see on-coming traffic,
******* ******* clad and looking nervously around,
As the blaring eyesores turn hungrily around,
Nature is in quiet awe of the spectacle,
And the old madman squirms and twitches,
Taking long patient drags on his cigarette,
Knees swaying and with a look like he can't remember,
The last time he'd taken a ****.

She was really shaken up man,
That familiar look you see in war photos,
Victims of crime wide eyed and bona fide,
Terror,
From the dirt on her cheek,
I could tell that she had just come,
From a hard dirt place,
Live cement; turpentine sick,
Her skin was greyshade and taut,
Stretched of the bone like a funeral drum,
Where she came from the sun must've shone silver,

I didn't have the heart to tell her,
The world that she found herself in now was,
In a different level all that it could be,
Considered even faker,
Cracked plastic benches with particle board lampposts,
Overhead the sky looks too far to be real,
To touch such beauty will turn mad madder,
Here, Where patriotic citizens keep to stoic sublimity,
Boy was her skin pale.

I saw that her soul was screaming,
Streaming overhead was a brilliant flash,
Something important was hung in the air,
Pungent renaissance, well needed,
Deserved to be debated,
But NEVERTHELESS!
Paw prints were in the snow behind us,
As we made our way through the deaf crowd,
They stood dumbfounded at our audacity.

I dreamt I was pushing a broken lightbuld into his eye for laughing at me,
I woke up this morning with scratches on my hand,
The pain swelled and sank back into my palm,
but it felt incredibly relieving,
"What am I doing here?"
The room didn't make any sense to me,
Was I being held captive?
The *******.
Do you think that he has any idea,
Could anyone be that slovenly,
Whatever I'm happier that I've ever been,
Besides the scratches in my hand,
They don't hurt as much as that *****.

The worker bee mentality can sting,
The very essence of the creative scientific process,
Who wants the extra strain onto themselves?


High, high, high, high, I don't know why,
I did away, got away, made escape, was okay,
I got reason...
I had no reason, no reason,
No aspirations, I was made awake,
By a giant eye, blink away,
Cosmos gone, but I remain,
Cracked in stone, belly ache,
Sick and tired, of the way,
I had to act around this pain,
Getting up, sitting down,
Making real shadows on the wall,
Great, I only wanted to be tall,
For a line and sail away,
I hid away, ran away, made escape, carried on,
Killing time is almost up,
I'll sit in the corner and let it past,
Just want to finish this ******* song,
So I can go home.

While a howl rang and hung in the night's sky,
The clouds opened and surged inwards,
Thunder boomed magnificently,
Nature's wonderful horror,
Only a glimpse really into the heart,
The torrid splendor off coastal plains,
Might deluges and droughts,
Calculating Cosmos unifying existense,
Galactic accidents,
Mutations unique of the flesh,
Marbled temples with high ceilings,
Wiped off in an instant,
The LightningMan Cry,