Let me in that outside "box", of yours
it's a place I think sounds quaint,
with my devil-may-care attitude
I'll soon prove that you're no saint;
and that it's your own life you wish to taint.

Mother Goose looks grim through shadows,
Who's your daddy? What's his name?
Why do you waste time trying to prove
everyone else is who's to blame?
Being a mere loudmouth will be your claim to fame!

There I go again
Running like a maniac
Sweating as if
There is real danger

I want to call 911
And beg them
To restrain me

When the cops do arrive
Ill ask them for a Xanax
So I can bury these panics

Shut up already
Now, I start breathing heavy
Great, my date thinks it's her
She screams, check sir

I asked can we talk later
She said no with no excuse
There goes another girl I lose
To my mind the prophylactic

filled with pillowcloud delicious
the candy smiles are canine fresh
you restless beast in your wander
slaughter
wear your haughty draught plowing
ice like the breaker
of hearts that wound with words
of wire Your quite the taker
and how our Brule treason
will show its season
this brokebone reason
and we fuck away our lives
banging ghosts in the lark
standing by our frozen
souls like statue puppets
to the dark
we are thin skinned
like dark tree bones
standing at the park

We've all had these moments.

when from somewhere deep inside you
it hurts like hell to breathe
and you're broken from the inside out,
with hurt in your blood
and in the marrow of your shaking bones.

when your fingertips sting from guitar,
your hands are bent from piano
and ache from the pen you gripped so tightly
just a few seconds before.

I hope it's not today when the angels come home
where would these faces hide among the streets bent truth
no walk away monuments are waiting for us to stare
and where was I when you sang the rivers red
in the morning and evenings when I dropped the brightest star

Covered by Flags…

Don’t wave your flag in my face,
this vile rag a symbol of our creed.
Remove first the oil stains of disgrace,
causing these young soldiers to bleed.

They lie dead, silent under a coloured cloth,
bringing forth dignity from within a lie.
Material gains hidden by frequent wash,
why do the architects of war never die.

We drape our lions within lamb’s wool,
lay them in temples of highest hypocrisy.
Where we worship an unseen alien like fool,
damning all peaceful thoughts as heresy.

Vile, but soo courageous,
counter-spin the clock;

your gaze cannot put him to, view
he's underneath a rock;

cursed, days I've known him,
counter-spin the clock.

~

Kleptic, pipe-line ambush
counter-spin the clock;

all was empty, save the shadow tree
he isn't worth the chalk;

cursed, days I've known him
counter-spin the clock.

~

Dormant congeries that diddle
counter-spin the clock;

we'll fade, into shades of grey
then, he has no room to talk.

I'm the best loom fixer ever
I knew them inside out
but now I'm unemployed because
they say I made too much

I have been to outer space
always on a U.S. craft
now to my shame and deep disgrace
I last hitched a ride out there

I'm a computer programmer
whose job is now gone overseas
where it's hard to understant the grammer
if you must call for help

As life itself, with acces through all gates,
So too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternally.
Forboding belligerence over all.

On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(The mar of waste-lands trudged alone),
We'd rather never have to meet,
Death, that bastard, warring woe,
So callous in his ways;
With whom all finds defeat.

'Twas twilight on an odd day, winter
with the shadows playing tricks with my head,

and to my dismay,
I'd had it, that day
I can't believe what those idiots said!

It was cool so, I pulled on my "hoodie"
with a logo of a team I'm not for,

no matter the name,
I wore it the same
someone knocked then, 'fore I opened, my door!

I welcomed them in past my threshold
just to find out there was nobody there;