The babble fish speaks words quite quick
His sly tongue moves with a click
Such elaborate stories he spins out
And none leave you with a trace of doubt
Some speak of joy some speak of woe
And yet we all believe in this spectacular show

He is so convincing, and so pristine
His rhythms and rhymes, visions of a dream
For each word spoken writes your fate
He becomes the candidate for your state
Such grace it is when he kisses your guppies heads
Oh what grace it is when he sold your guppies to the feds

But we’ve trusted the babble fish for so long
Why would he write lies where promises belong?
Oh we trusted him with a heart of pure gold
Yes we trusted him with our eyes, so old
But that’s just it isn’t it, the story to tell?
It is a well-made charade, it’s a spell

For those who trust the babble fish
Always happen to find their lives amiss
Blinded by truth, they never come out
They’ve lost their brains, it’s without a doubt
Their hero’s façade is dead and gone
And still the babble fish, babbles on.

you're like a dog
who just ate **** from a diaper
even with the chicken waiting in your bowl
you took what was closest
not willing to take a slight challenge
and too ignorant to see what the better option was

Do not come to me with your messages
Of honey laced with lies
Singing hallelujah from your wreckage
Spinning spite
With upturned eyes

I see your hands are folded there
In prayerful solitude
Yet your actions speak that you don’t care
When you think no ones
Watching you

You speak to me of compassion dear
Mercy which you hold
However those words are just words I fear
Moving lips
From eyes so cold

If you have come here to save my soul
With honey laced with lies
Then I prefer not to enroll
In any lessons
You can provide

Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon fell fast asleep
As her little eyes did peep.
Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.

There I was, waiting in my world for a guide to step outside. The first thing I did, when I reached the other side, was walk. It's so easy to move forward with the breeze at your back, and the grass beneath your feet, and the sun making the sky the most inviting shade of brilliant blue. The trees parted and the ground flattened as I stood before my equal. A beautiful anachronism, so imposing and awkward in this rolling sea of green, I felt immediately akin to it. But the more I encircled it, the more I realised how desperately it fit. Its hues were soft and subtle, its stone structure had nicks and faults, as ageless and as natural as the trees that kept their distance. There had to have been a day when it had felt as I did, new-born, intruding, unwelcome. It had turned from being a flame for my defiance, to a glimmer of hope, not as bright as the initial fire, but far more enticing.