Upon the dawn a breath is whispered out
By subtle lips that hold it in at night
To settle down the inner working bouts
That clutter up the workings of the light
To still the body, to still the mind
To will the spirit to go wander free
The breath’s a twine that must be left behind
The worldly leash that tethers to the tree
So this is where it is
What a curious point in time…
You are sitting over there
And so far, you seem fine
Completely unaware of what is
Nearly soon to happen
I better warn you, just in case
Don’t Esterunditmate Me
Squandered in a ponder-pot
And wandered to the forest
Lost within the bony reachers
Screeching out in chorus
Teaching to implore us
Into breaching less for reasons
That the bleaching of our naturals
Is leeching our own legions
She rhymes with the beauty ~*
That ☼ shines in her tears
That cry out in ♪ laughter
That winds ∞ through the years
The sweet nectar specters that inoculate are fermentable
Wisely age them in your cask
And cultures will divulge a vastly
Mass of spirits in a flask
That’s intoxicatingly perceptible
Now perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself
But I’m pretty sure I’m not
Move this mountain over there
And dynamite that spot
We’re gonna need a drill, some acid
And the water in that placid lake
And just in case, burn the forest
There’s lives out here at stake
We don’t wanna have a bear attack
The PR would be a mess
And by the way, here’s a hat
That says that we’re the best
So as I was saying, ultrasonic
Catastrophic frequencies
Will cause the crust to turn to tonic
Then pump it to the seas
And please please please, once we get
A hole that’s moon in size
Don’t you dare go into it!
We’ve got lots of foreign guys
Well not quite foreign, no I guess
They live just over there…
Just don’t you send the guys we brought!
Do you smell that in the air?
God this place is so damn gross
How can they live like this?
Now get me bottled water, snacks
And a place to shit and piss
Then bribe the feds, cause thanks to fear
Their dollar ain’t worth trout—
I get the sense there’s treasure here
And we’re gonna digget out
I’m a subliminal criminal with ephemeral claws
And seminal seeds of untenable laws
That cause an amenable polemical portent
Of comical obstinance for illogical torment
When it seemed, yes it seemed
That we dreamed, then we’d be
Inside these worlds of fantasy
Like the one we are already
Only, far far far more star confetti
And crystal mystic manic actors
Wide-eye wearing down the factors
Frictioning the things to thoughts
Causing them to float and pop
And splay a shattered web of light
That rings the tune of inner sight
To ~shing~ the spot that put it there
Making us the very things we stare upon
And then it’s gone
Cause you can’t see
What your mind can’t think could be
And then we creep
Out of a sleep
That seemed so very, very deep
As if the dream had gone somewhere
But looking back, there’s nothing there
Just the air of empty thoughts
And the sense there might be lots
Somewhere within a mystic sea
That fants inside our memory
It’s a pernicious little snippet
With a vicious form of wisdom
Granting forth the prior wishes
Of those exiting its kingdom
As a means to draw them back
Into the place where they were hatched
Weeding out the freedom fighters
From the others still attached
Sleepy-dream beddy byes
Wizz me off to twinkle land
Kiss my cheekies, close my eyes
And kill this guy, here’s seven grand
It was a tough time, and it broke me a little bit
I became flawed and incomplete in some small way
But after a while, it grew on me. It grew with me
It became that crack in the windshield
The one that’s shaped just enough like a lightning bolt
That you don’t wanna get it fixed
Though I remind myself year after year
Though over and over it’s been proven so true
That all I’ve been searching for’s already here…
It’s amazing how little I knew
How verily the summer slumbers
When winter spreads its wings
Of ultra-down so gently falling
One might call it spring
Till ice has made the veins to shatter
And eyes to shutter closed
Oh summer, where’s that loving laughter
That you once proposed?
I gotta figure my diggin and rigamarole
To trigger a livin that’s given a goal
Of biggerin vigor to jigger a jolt
That’s driven to live in the givening gold
Happy St. Paddy Cakes
You laddies and lassies
Put on your shamrocks
And raise up your glassies!
Cheers to the years
And a life full of tings
There’s green in d’ beers
And we’re living like kings!
And sure it ain’t close
To what ol’ Paddy Cake did
But the beer then was gross–
I don’t blame him one bit
Oh heartache
My old friend
I was warned that you’d be back again
Thought I’d lost you
Hoped you gone
Hoped we wouldn’t go on and on
Trudging through this sour sludge
Of Hate my life
And I won’t budge
You ugly wretched bastard slug
Sucking at my veins
Quit your games and pull the plug
That spurts my heart to drain
Run your course
Wreck my days
Wreak your wrathful wasted ways
Upon my soul
And kindly gaze
The twisted art you’ve wrought
Give me all the plays you got
Cause when you’re good and gone
I’ll be stronger for the shot
And you’ll just wander on
Do Stuff:
You’ll feel better
I’m going to tell you the world is a mess
And frankly, it’s going to hell
And I will sound smartly
And you’ll be impressed
And we’ll feel it’s going quite well
But I just can’t account
For the startling amount
Of great things that we’ve learned how to do
All I can say
Is we’re smarter each day
And quite frankly, we might make it through
We might make it through
We might make it through
Yes I really do think that we’re gonna get through
I don’t know if that’s thanks unto you
But if it is, then my thanks unto you
I’ve got boxes of thanks here for you
And parcels of thanks here for you
The shipping is $10.95
Please give me $10.95
You owe me $10.95
You likely won’t get out alive
Still waiting on that $10.95
Okay give me your watch and we’re even
Many thanks to you my fine fellow!
Hey you over there in the vest!
Don’t know if you noticed, but this world is a mess
And quite frankly, it’s going to hell
You think the world is young
You think its tongue is known
You guess you’ve grown a lot:
You’ve got a lot to own
And yet alone you whisper
With a whimper in the night
Flown the flight of growing old
But rarely going right
I wonder why the winter wanders
Whimpers through my wayward mind
Leaves me limp in skimpy slumbers
Hungered for a fateful find
Cold and lonely, holding only
Phony paper scraps to cling
Fading, window-watching, waiting
For the aiding sprouts of spring
The long arm of the law
Reaches from the body of government
To squeeze the heart of the people
Gaggling atop the belly of the beast
While the head of the church
Resting on the shoulders of its fathers
Balks at the hand of creation
That knocks madly at the treasured chest
For the blood of the innocent
Trickles through veins of ore
That fail to nourish the organization
That clutches for life on the floor
The fruitful plums of youthful vigor
Boost the musing coos that come
Loosing grooves that race with rigor
…but they coo for everyone
Intelligible irrelevance
Insinuates an ellegance
Denoting verdant affluence
Of preposterous concoctions