I don’t think people know what happy means…

Cause they call it money and family and fame
and sunny days and rainbows
They call it clothes, cars, beauty and pride
stars and oceans, potions and wives
notions of size, all sorts of surroundings
Maybe this, likely that… it’s really quite confounding

Cause happiness is happiness
It’s not a plum or pear
It’s like saying I just need a nap
So you go and fight a bear
Certainly that would make you tired
You’ll slumber off so deep!
But now you’re dead and mauled. Oh dread!
Why didn’t you just sleep?

I like to go fast--
 I guess I'm a racist

And short form sadistic
 Makes me a sadist

A stater of diction:
 A simple dictator

And I cater to hats
 Which makes me a hater

A modest worder that's guilty of murder
With thoughtful effort that comes off as theft
Absolute sureness has made me absurder
And I've always slept in, so inept

Now I'll never claim to finding my fame
By faking the aim of my mind
But a bind made of blunders just isn't the same
As saying I go about blind

Sure I'm naive and often a nob
By the name of my jive and also my job
But a trivial clue isn't true

And the bite that you itch is a son of a bitch
But the yak in your shoe isn't you

So please understand-- it's the standard of wonder
To understate blindness and call it a blunder
Then find it was destiny's hand

For being destitute and tiny may cause us to stumble
But to fumble through hell is how we get humble
And standing your ground can be grand

So listen to the glow as it glistens
Through that damn outer debt they call doubt
Insults and derision are hurtful incisions
But visions of misery give us our missions
And fighting's what life is-- a bout.

And I don’t wanna say that my world went and whirled-ed
Or I hurled up the papers I thought were my job
and all that I worked for seemed homeless and bunk

I don’t wanna say that she’s rare as a mystic set
watercrest opal twilight autumn-dressed goddess-blessing
pressed upon my heart caressing every part she’s still undressing
Shining in my arms~*

And I don’t wanna say
That somewhere… there might be a way
To love and still be free

It seems like my doors have all been unlocked…
So why does she feel like a key?

Thinking happens quietly
Not in words and rambles
Spewing like a knotted growth of tangled vines and brambles

Forest walls of any size will always block the view
Thinking should be clear blue skies that help us see right through

But days we find we’re wandering
Through all that old growth pondering
Lost in dark and twisting paths
of branching thoughts in plots of massive
tangled knots we take in passive
nods of all we’re squandering

Yet sometimes the breeze
In the canopy trees
Makes holes in the ceiling we knew
And a pillar of light
Of clear, simple sight
Comes shining down out of the blue

And we stand in this silence
Looking up at this hole
As this beacon of light seems to shine on our soul
And it melts all the brambles away
And we see that the simplest way out of the trees
Is to follow the lightness of day

Thinking isn’t all these words
We circle in our tangled minds
It’s clearing all the growth away
So the truth can simply shine~~*

Lock all your doors!
And stock all your lockers!
Pickle those peppers and pepper impostors!

What, have you lost’er?
Don’t you know that the Waider is coming?!

Your children aren’t safe!
Throw them aside!
There are only so many places to hide!
So know where the nowhere of knowhere is no-ing
And throw your emotions inside!

Don’t wait while the Waider wades weighty and wide!
Wait out the weight of the Waider who’s wadin’ the way
of the water n’ waitin’ the weight of the wandering wade

He’s the Waider!!!
He’s waiding and he ain’t waitin’ for no one!!

So shut up and shut yourself up in shut-up little shut-ins and shut it!

It’s the freakin’ Waider you freaks of nature!

Why aren’t you free kin freakin’ out in freakin’ freak inns you frequent in freakin’ frequency you freakin’ unfreakin-out friggin’ freaks. Friggin’!

It’s BIG n’ it’s coming and I’m friggin’ freakin’ out here!!

The Waider ain’t waitin’ for wadin’ in weight
n’ the Waider ain’t waitin’ for no one!

It’s the devil in red
And he’s gone to your head
And all of your whores are being taken to bed
He don’t want you doting in duty, or dead
It’s the devil in red that’s inside you

Look on the faces of family and friends
Look on the wake of your forthcoming ends
Look beyond bends to the course of the road
And the force that you need to keep going

See that the stream has been damned up ahead
And the waters that rise are the ones that you fed
And your nature is drowning, it’s drowning instead
Of flowing it’s course undivided

A messenger came, and you pushed it away
We shone on your face with the light of the day
We’ve given you every which hope that you pray
And you’ve turned it away now instead

The chaos that drowns
The days that unbound you
The misery creeping unchained
The hate that’s as silent as all you withhold
Is the fibre of fate that you feigned

See how the fires combust in your fusion
Of atoms that roar in a cage of delusion
And soar through the skies of projected illusion
To reign down in fire and ash
To stain all untiring in veins of desiring
the gains of empire and cash

There’s a devil inside you
…and you won’t let him free
And free is the thing that we all need to be
Free of these limits, free of this pain
Free of this burden of body and brain
Free as the wind when you open the door
and it soars past your face in refrain

It isn’t the spirit inside of the walls
It’s the walls that help spirits to hold
It isn’t the curse of a rotten new day
It’s the holding of all of the old
It isn’t the horse that is too weak to carry
It’s the fact that you stacked it too high

It’s the fact that you dammed up the head of the stream
And now nothing at all can get by

Start getting holy
Piercing with holes
Let go the floodgates of all of your roles
Open your soul to the light of the day
Open the coals in your hearth made of clay
Broken are those who aren’t broken away
By the might of the constant undoing
Holding the mold of their past in the role
of a fountain that’s never renewing

There’s a devil inside you
And it’s all dressed in red
Red as the lips of the whores in your bed
that you haven’t yet led to the door

For the devil is never the way of the world:
It’s the way of the world we ignore

You look to the heavens
You look to the trees
You look to the winds on the breath of the seas

You look to the books and the crooks and the odds
To the mimes of the times and the signs of the Gods

But in all that will be, and in all that has been
If you’re looking outward, who’s looking in?

Have you stared the brink of stars that twinkle far within your bones?
Or known the tribes of dancing vibes that humble even stones?

Ever felt the airy pelt of wind that melts upon your tongue
And followed its breeze to capillary trees taken root upon your lung?

Do you know what it is to twinkle and fizz
In the tingling death of your cells?
Or break through the orders of natural borders
To find you’re an ocean of swells?

Have you ever felt God in a mind that’s gone dim
And without any proof, been certain it’s him?
Do you fear such a jarring perception?

Have you blamed all the world for the pains it unfurled
…and then found it was just your reflection?

What if the sum of all that you do
Is the hum of a song in a language you knew
In a tongue that you’ve all but forgotten
And every last word of that song still rings true
Even if all your notes have gone rotten…

We look to the books and the crooks and the odds
To the mimes of the times and the signs of the Gods in the climes of aversion and doubt
Consistently seeking the world that’s within
And constantly living without

Open your mind….

With gentle hands crack the hive
of the buzzing minds you’ve still alive
as pistol-whip swarms rip crystal grip storms
tripping blazing swerves in lazy words that always sting

And then a crazy thing…

All the bees have gone away
There’s honey in your hands
And smooth as balm upon your open palms you calmly stand.

Open your heart…

Like broken glass that glints in shattered fractals of humbling light

And as the fractures of reflection
burst in slicing shards
And all the hands that play your fate
are waiting for their cards
The broken sights of shattered lights
all glint like little stars…

And somehow there’s peace
Somehow there’s silence, and then a release
As all of the violence that’s stored in our cells
Unpours in a swelling of love that propels
Our worlds into welling in pearls of untelling wisdom.

Open your soul
Open your eyes
Open the role that you came to disguise
in the goal that you’d one day discover

What on this earth makes an old soul go wise
After lifetimes of under the cover

In the malignant corners of former lives
Where fungus festers hauntingly
And all the wisdom still survives
That led us on unanswered…

The shadow cauldron stirs in crimson
Phantoms twist in mystic form
All the cosmos comes unhidden
Spinning in a storm

Wretch and frenzy stretching empty etchings into flimsy space
Wit and wimsy skipping stencils over mental pander angles firmly uninplace

What does it mean, this mindless old banter?
What is the secret it holds?

None but the goals of the roles that direct us
Here lies the nexus of magnum complexus
Refraction impacting the light that projects us
Upon the embankment of souls that inject us
Into the mythic unanswered