myths
               rifts in time and body
                   untold truths
               unsmothered falicies
              we are too early to cry
               we are too late to die
     
     
     
    Chicks
    I dig girls
    I dig wells
    for other people
    Always
    I dig
    For water
    For life
    I fuel the void
    I dig
    Never
    for myself
    I dig wells
    I dig ugly
    utility
     
     
     
    I grow near
    fate smacks me away
    sift through Satan's 
    poker deck
    greet the dawning day
    Time for me to pay
    this evil rain pierces
    my crispy heart
    Time for great minds to come apart
    watch the lizards dart
    across the pavement
    like blood on parchment
     
     
     
    On the Brink
    Rico Chet E
    Pro
        Ject
             Isle
    Pierce
        Enter
    Rip
    less pain he falls slowly
    dying on the way down
    wet damp earth waits for him
    rain washes down
    All bones for those who looked
    and passed by
    he sees from up (everywhere inside)
    My Martyr
    Me
    I and I
    Nothing enters
    cracked, even the left side of this rock knows its hot
    Shocked, not relaxin', not cooking, just fucking
    There?
    You got nothing left?
    El Capitahn
    horizon
    gentle brick sidewalk
    in the distance
    I fade away
    and watch myself
    in the puppeteer's hands
    unholy sands
    cross the red hot desert
    fall to the ceiling
    what's for dessert?
    Mock Elections
    Mock lies and plastic shoes
    Make-up smears smelly female scent
    like Detroit in the 80's
    Yellow, Brown
    over-ripe
    sweet, sick, ugly
    Abundant
    Imagine that
    Lets stand on nothing
    Altogether now...
    like Christmas jingles
    and not thinking anymore
    never did
    always will not
    this is our president
    our reality is what I think
    And don't make it so there must be 
    Reckoning
    Hello gentle ways
    smooth
    chalk taste
    Dental slide
    Up instead of Down
    Sometime in Periphery
    feel the familiarity leave
    watch this sunrise
    have fear
    realize
    and live
    Wretched of the Earth We are
    Refugees soaked in Bile
    We sweat blood, We Exist
    We have nothing except this and you
    Reeking, Screaming, Running
    Leaking, Reading, Cunning
    Let us through, you and that thing you hate
    us, you and I
    We desecrate for ideas and beliefs
    lets Ride
    Thats what we want
    Are Us
     
    We 
    must 
    find a way
    to get back
    to our lonely past
    yet we're never true to our karass
    how in the hell can we make this teeter-totter last?
    insanity demands that if we want to live we must fast
    fade away
    we all exist within each other
    your mother's
    dad
    is my
    father's brother...
     
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
     
    Love poems, hate poems, everything between poems
    

     
    Paradise
    Every moment spent with you is like an eternity meant to be..
    Lying to you is like falling on the sword of false injustice...
    My heart burns to be with yours....
    To hold you close for hours and hours...
    Holding your cheek, kissing your lips,
    my lips touch the end of your soft fingertips..
    Caressing your hips..
    Our body heat encloses one in another
    Getting close to you babe, is like no other
    girl
    friendliness engulfs me..
    I touch your warmth and paradise surrounds me..
    Your sweet utopia, all around me
     
    
    Nicole
    I loook into your radiant eyes
    beautiful surprise
    your warm lips
    my fingertips
    when you cry 
    I dry your eye
    and hope that we
    won't say goodbye..
    painstaking hellbound misery
    if I died right now the world
    would be in relief
    I have no will anymore
    it's all diminished
    I am no guardian
    because I have been FORCED
    out of that path
    If Will means: "determined guardian"
    and both have gone away
    then I ask you: What is my name?
    I ask you again: What is my name?
    hardcover books
    bound in rain
    water dripping 
    I'm now insane
    fuck it I'm dead
    no, wait, still have a pulse;
    I'm invisible 
    to human eyes
    this ink is from my black black lungs
    the lines on this paper are razor-like rungs
    whatever happened to 2 happy hearts?
    or two happy tongues?
    spokes spin around
    on midnight streets
    glared by headlights
    and streetlights
    and nightlights
    inside my baby's house
    far far away
    in bed 
    motionless I lay
    my mind is becoming fray
    my head begins to sway
    I feel like
    I'm stuck
    In Darkness Bay
    
    Daydream
    Bouvine dissidence
    buildings crumble
    my life like dominos, tumbles
    around itself
    stretching
    the panties
    of her tight 
    virgin ass
    sweet sensuous
    blonde innocence
    major 
    decadence
    for me not
    to fulfill
    just yet
    But what a thrill
    to position 
    her crotch
    atop 
    the window sill
    that's bad
    but so am I
    and 
    so she can be
    when she 
    closes
    her eyes
    surprise
    you're drifting
    again
    Life is fate
    I am IRATE
    but 
    will I ever 
    reach my (soul)mate
    over
    thin, black
    outstretched snakes
    so fond
    of American soil
    My ideals
    begin to boil
    in a stew of
    frustration
    My rooster
    tired
    of this 
    constant 
    masterbation
    I pray you
    wireless, analog
    God
    no more
    endless 
    degredation
    we need
    a solution
    for this
    mind pollution
    a purified
    naked
    revolution
    
    Sun Goddess
    I pray you 
    God of boredom
    and penetration
    I am 
    tired 
    of myself
    and this
    senseless
    education
    to have your face
    an inch from mine
    would please
    me so 
    for you are 
    my dearest
    my angelic one
    I wish 
    for you 
    to bare
    my son
    my lonely one
    enveloped
    in your 
    radiant
    undying sun
    My princess
    my angelic sun
    I need
    for you 
    to bare 
    my child
    and still have
    wild
    things undone
    to walk 
    not run 
    into your
    everlasting flame
    be my goddess
    be my dove
    be my everlasting love
    

    

    @~*~Shrine to Nicole~*~@
    


    **************************
    New Poetry
    Effective October 2000 - Early February 2001

    

    

    ivy
    no poison
    drink the arsenic marmalade
    acidic demons
    reap the non-existance of semi-cultural life
    strive to keep your mind
    see what you can find 
    sunflowers break in the 
    radiantly severed sunshine
    mystic proportions
    diamonds rest drearily on the blue lake
    and the two-headed snake 
    competes with his  self
    belfry of once trusted virtue and 
    the meticulous 
    rain dance
    of reckless filament 
    foresight of seeping serenity 
    bleeds
    warm acetate of sorrow
    through your eyes
    flies 
    swarm in the
    multitude of deception
    moon sultry meadows
    glow iridescent 
    through 
    golden corn
    mourning glory
    bite off twisted pieces
    of the
    windswept path she flew
     
    *	*	*
    I should have listened
    to those minions 
    who distorted my name 
    I should have remembered it, Willow
    tree, that's what I am..
    All dreary eyed and twisted
    My life sprawled out in various directions
    My mind as far as Utah
    My sanity as dead as Elvis
    We* climb over the coil barb wire fence
    and awaken
    to the sight of glass pyramids
    reflecting the glow 
    of soft orange haze
    This is where I used to live
    and dream of days to come
    and now I sit atop this chain-link fence
    on the outskirts of reality
    looking back on looking forward
    wondering, pondering
    my gaze on life I used to live
    And here I am atop this fence
    staring at this life I know
    without a ticket
    or a key, 
    without a passport
    without a soul.
    *	*	*
    that old scent of familiarity 
    strikes you again
    your thoughts drift out of your head
    like the smoke from your candy like cigarette
    you stare at it with a glass eye
    and smile
    burning an everlasting hole in your soul
    through time and space and matter
    until everything melts together
    whether 
    or not we are a part of this 
    seemingly insidious plan to unite the earth is up to us
    is it torture? can we bear it all?
    or is not bearing it the mere 
     that will destroy us?
    the
    Three dueling entities 
    in my head 
    complicate
    my composure
    in life 
    and in reality
    *	*	*
    Arrival.
    Here we are in the forest.
    I was wishing of camping and this wish came true.
    Symbolism, man
    Predictions
    they get me every time
    Too bad I'm so worn out after last night
    that dose of Normal really hit me hard.
    Amphetamines
    suddenly made me a conversationist
    but a stoned one at that
    Nonetheless I was happy
    energetic.
     Sitting in a room of people 
    with atmosphere warm and friendly
    Talking
    Listening
    Praying
    Remembering
    spewing out fragments of insignificant bullshit
    and making it sound big
    Several distant bodies
    wandering.
    I wonder. 
    I am in pain.
    I don't know why.
    My companions have left without me?
    wandering somewhere down the hillside
    into the vast meadow of friendly unknown people.
    So I sit. Left behind.
    I begin to walk on the other side of the hill.
    into the forest
    My brother speaks to me
    he talks of pain
     
     
    and misery.
    The fire is being built.
    a cigarette run and cigarettes are 
    flowing freely
    out of my hand 
    into others
    Here I sit on a green lawnchair. 
    I feel the energy flowing within me
    ahh.. it's starting now..
    sudden happiness strikes a resemblance 
    similar to the Soft Parade.
    they can hear me
    I'm not speaking
    breathing smoke and 
    wait
    Can you hear the trees speak to you?
    Can you feel the ground's pulse?
    nature's electricity flowing through your feet
    2 people sit in the tent
    "Why are you in the tent?" I ask.
    come 
    gather 
    round
    the fire
    segregation 
    is not an option
    They are scared of me.
    Nevermind.
    looking upward
    Canopy faces in the trees
    twisted colleidoscope
    Stage talking.
    The Firegod, the Medicine Woman, the Tree Warrior
    The snake devours you with it's flames
    Stage walking.
    The Firegod tends the flames
    Stage pissing.
    They're watching.
    They're listening.
    It doesn't matter where I'm pissing.
    walk up the gradual incline of firm forest floor
    sit on the floor
    facing the fire 
    on a different angle
    Faces
    all around me
    Ears defying
    third eyes 
    prying
    Education and spread of spiritual vibe
    turns into analasys of my 
     overanalized brain
    we'll keep this specimen
    Screams of the night 
    I can't seem to get it right
    Shaking in a chair
    Just a second ago
    A world ago
    My feet dirty bare on forest floor
    now my hat 
    covered with ash
    my life of pleasure needs me no more
    Who am I?
    Tired, dirty
    strung out from the night before.
    well I didn't sleep
    my mind starts to creep
    sadness
    again
    she leaves me
    unturned depression
    exists in
    a 
    fantasy world
    *	*	*
    Everywhere I look
    I see a leaf
    Whether on my lap
    or at my feet
    old man
    musty smoke stained office
    old furniture and thousands of 
    forgotten 
    files
    an heir of nostalgia
    swims over my brain
    Catholic uncle
    ladybug ladybug
    fly far away
    a million good luck charms
    brighten never0ending day
    *                                           * 
     
    *	<----need more right here---->      *	
    *                                           *   
    fingers of god
    w
    e 
    are all one 
    mother earth
    terra ma mere
    any change to spare
    love 
    light 
    fight
    no more
    give in 
    to 
    what is 
    right
    we mean 
    left
    right my wrong
    left my right
    social 
    anarchy
    pollution
    evolution
    self-deprecation
    mass integration
    combination of
    pyramidal society
    mass flow of divine metaphysical regulation
    this see-saw has no fulcrum
    take away it's pivot point 
    we are all that point
    now bend
    form this circle 
    this one
    this divinity
    this vision
    how come I have seen
    and you have n.. why now you have
    so why have I been predicting chaos?
    why was bingo his fucking namo?
    mother mary all to blamo
    so reach inside my cranium
    pull out the garbage
    because thats all you're interested in
    and that's all we've been focusing on
    and why do I blame myself 
    for the destruction of the universe
    because 
    it is my duty
    as well as yours
    to fulfill the prophecies of our original purpose here 
    on earth
    to fight for light
    and surrender 
    to insanity 
    and let it all in
    because without darkness
    no light would ever be
    and without slavery
    no dark man would be freed
    without mistakes
    we would not learn 
    and without suffering
    we would not yearn
    without chaos there is no order
    too much order
    infernal torture
    

    

    

    "Lansing is man dancing"
     
     
    I am a maybee an april wasp
     
     
    If money was red, and blood was green
    we would finally see
    what kind of scene
    we have created
    rich man says:
    "keep your mind sedated"
     
     
    consume me
    like flat Coca-Cola
    spread the Ebola
    Virus
    Lying naked like Osirus
    dying vine
    grapes turn into whine, hiss,
    do you dare piss.. on my fire
    bend this constant wire
    does this destruction
    really get you higher..
    are you a liar?
     
     
     
     
    dying by the river on the outskirts of a bad relationship...
    begging in my soul for her to take me back... 
    please!!!...
    bleeding heartache disease...
     
     
     
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    New Poetry Added 11.23.02 !!!
     
     
    

    
     
    

     
    Naplean Cassegrian
     
     
    
     
     
    *******
    

    Gettin Cleaner just for Yawl:
     
     
     
    I opened the sliding glass door
    and my cat ran out
    I looked down and it was only a shadow
    running down my shirt
    My soul escaped into the endless snowy landscape
     
    The bare wintry trees resemble the neurosynapses of our brain
    [starved and dried and clinging for 
    companionship striving for love
     
    thirsting for rain and infectious knowledge
    calling out and yearning in pain
    with knowledge engraved 
    into the woodwork
    of the earth
    which is just now being sanded and polished
    by the meticulate craftsman we call
    the creator
     
    the theatre of life employs us 
    and destroys us
    in the same fashion
    as a tornado-prone trailer park
    the lark of the lonely blackbird
    is a reflection of the emptyness in our souls
     
    mirroring the cacaphonies of catastrophy
    the mental image of spiritual blasphemy
     
    ~~~~~~***~~~~~~
    

     
    they slithered down 
    the elevator shaft 
    in my brain
    polishing my mind
    like the glass snakes of ethiopia
    hid amongst 
    the vast green lushness
    withered in the rain
    so I chose to abstain
    from the sins of normality
    can't you tell she's mad 
    at me?
    she lies through her lips
    cause it sounds so smooth
    get in the groove
    and kick back or join in
    while the glass snakes take on
    the elecrtrical spiders
    were all just spectators 
    that wanna be 
    insiders
     
     
    ~~~~~~~
     
    

    intricate ideas
    smoldering in the shadows
    of early dawn
    Greenlawn needs his corncob pipe
    for 
    the infantry is giving him gripe
    about their lonely hearts and 
    sacrifices made in war
    they call the war machine 
    a great big whore
    "But you can't curse blasphemous 
    remarks upon the very thing you are!"
    They don't listen.
    Greenlawn gets annoyed
    and fights with two trusties 
    by the cannon
    The infantry is playing poker
    the first one's wounded's name 
    is Stoker
    Blood on the Cards
    Blood on the Table
    Blood on their Faces
    Blood on the Deck
    Oh what a Heck of a bloody mess
    is this war
    you can't get ahead
    when your life
    means more
     
    

    ***~~~~~>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>***12.20.03.14.03***<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<~~~~~***
    ^^^^^^^
     
    sun market Pakistan
    creeping in; the shadowed sunlight of the stealty avenger
    lending her the merchant's will on tuesday
    the finale of the afternoon
    speaks morphing abilities to the ones that dyed their hair like carrots
    he speaks in rolling tongues of ferrots
    I think I saw you in the cabbage corridor.
    when walking down I met a stranger
    then she winked me in the eye
    and told me I should go
    to a manger
    so I could do
    my deed for the alien
    stranger~
    St. Issa
    end the 
    rivaling 
    ~apocalypse
    knightmare
    ....
    

    have you ever took a bite out of pi?
    well my number was a statician's dreamboat 
    of memorandums gone blitheringly nonexistant
    in the wink of a merchant's eye
    man it feels so good to fly
    but the sand in the pyramids tells you not to die
    wait til the end 
    compact us in an orgy
    of funhouse delirium
    a chess board and a go game
    the meticulous filament forms like nature
    seperate yet the same
    spaces are obstacles
    in this kind of game
    pinball in a perfectionist's eye
    I'm a captivist or a kenevil
    cause I've cultivated conundrums
    who drummed till their feathers fell off
    straddling the grand canyon
    robed strangers ask us to dance
    the blue star
    is relieving abandon
     
     
     
    ~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
    

     
    03.31.03~t   i   m   e  w  a  r  p
     

     
    ~SKUbaby
     
    < 
    punching numbers
     
    human machines
     
    tear out my hair
     
    to live in ravines
     
    bite my computer
     
    but it ain't deep fried
     
    hee haw
     
    I'm eatin it raw
     
    they're pushin' my head down
     
    drowning in a 
     
    big bowl of 
     
    numerical soup
     
    got a barcode 
     
    on my cockandballs
     
    I'm justa
     
    Swiss Gigalo
     
    working for WIS Bigalow
     
    come fuck me
     
    over and out
     
     >

    *****
     
    OUT
     
    *new*
    I apologize for the dryspell
     
     
    P.S.
    ~~~more will be added that has only been spoken and not written down
    I know you know that I know that you know that I know that there is some missing here...~~~~
     
     
    *****************************10/20/03:
    

     
     
    frivolous foliage falls to the sidewalk 
    and infiltrates my persona 
    jittering my plane of of consciousness to an uncontrollable degree
    mars is near
    where's my tear?
    deep inside of me
    summers gone
    but fear is dormant
    scattering the ashes of my soul to the constant wind
    looming down
    I gather them up
    but not enough to stop the ceremonial sadness
    the moon is near
    where's your fear?
    deep inside of me
    summer's gone
    but autumn's here
    won't you let me be?
     
     
     
     
     
    1999-2003 Haiknotku Lezztardom ®
     
    *~One Eyed Willy Productionz~*
     
     
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^~^~^~^~^~^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
     
     
     
    ***********
     
     
    2004 Biatch!!!
     
    --heartache goes here---
     
    :::

     
    three women were walking down the street
    a peach, a plum, and a mango
    the question arised
    in my mind
    full enticed
    about which one wanted to tango
    well a peach is too fuzzy
    a plum is too small
    I'll take the juicy ripe mango
    *
     o
     (*)
    

    you look 
    like the mesmerizing vapors of an acid dream.. 
    an orange creamsicle 
    melting in the rays of the relentless sun..
     
     
     
    *
    *
    *
    *
    

    the electrical spider has come back
    to hack
    to crack
    to sift through the White Blocky Mountains..
    crouching between L and Semicolon
    to bite me with the government trojan
    the red bump protruding from the hole in my sock
    is a service pack for the implant in my brain
    call me insane
    but I'm not here to entertain
    *
    dismal locusts 
    run nightwise inferior 
    florescent madness
     
     
    

    new poetry ... song?:
     
    in case of fire take stairs
    in case of fire take stairs
    elevator on fire
    elevator on fire
    ...
    ...I had the balls .. to go inside
    but I didn't have the heart to leave my friends behind
    behind
    behind 
    behind
    there will be .. another day
    there will be .. another way
    it was just another movie
    in my brain
    but I'm no advocate
    so I think I'll obstain
    not again
    oh yes I think so
    not again
    oh yes I think so
    again again... 
    aHead!
    dive and burn in the fiery flames
    strive to learn in the sea of faces
    elevator on fire
    elevator on fire
    you're my greatest desire
    burnt right down to the wire that hangs me
    UP!
    ...
    inside
    I know you can confide in me
    ...
    

    I had a dream we were siamese twins
    now I can't seem to get out the pins
    I love you more than life itself
    so I better put my brain on the shelf
    and let my heart do the talking
    but don't let it get torn by society's chains
    I'm still clinging onto my reins
    but I can't 
    eat
    can't sleep
    can't dream
    can't live 
    without you
    I don't know if it was all for me
    or if it was a trick to see
    who would laugh and who would cry loudly
    I know your doors aren't open that late
    I know your car wasn't up to date
    I know if I would've tried to get in
    the smiles on their faces would've gone chagrin
    I know you can't get over my sins
    so don't try
    without me 
    cause I know more than your
    latenight michigan reindeer games
    I'm just a buck with a target on my name
    standing barefoot on the pavement in the freezing rain
     
    

    march 2005:
     
    I lost my will to live
    heat wave early spring
    cigarette run
    cashier girl 
    ghostly white
    looking frail and full of fright
    I drive back home and on my way
    I see a brain all reddish-grey
    lying in the middle of the sun-parched pavement
    "you can't stop us" was the only comment
    on the radio
    coincidence?
    happenstance?
    delirious mindfuck
    sinister government trick
    the spooks are playing games
    evil running rampant
    my soul engulfed in flames
    ...
    

    green seas 
    relinquishing
    vermillion saddles
    they paddle the cattle
    with a swaggle 
    down in Texas
    in the nexus
    of the south
    who put this lepper 
    in my pepper?
    you rankle my ankle
    in a whole new way
     
    

    tied up
    in a bloody red voodoo snake rope
    hanging from a tree
    glazed over look in your eyes
    I cut you down
    "Fool!" she says..
    as your body falls to the ground
     
    

    sealed like the warmth of family
    in the dead of winter
    the stench of sickly sweet death
    from her everlasting breath
     
    ...
    

    when I'm rolling down the freeway
    flying past the trees
    sucking down a cancer stick
    my hair is in the breeze
    cause I'm straight at 80
    ...I thrive at 85
    I'm wild at 90
    ...I'm alive at 95
    and I'm blundrin at 100
    flying in my car..
    and I'm feeling pretty dandy
    cause my baby isn't far
     
    ***03/06--->
     
    I noticed people lately
    giving me some slack
     
    I know you must have died
    for I have a wingEd back
     
    I feel you on my shoulder
    when the atmosphere is colder
     
    my actions getting bolder
    I'm a reborn angel soldier
     
    so don't give me no flack
    for my wing it will attack
     
    and decapitate your aura
    another wing upon my shoulder
     
    ***
     
    hard metallic taste
    too many cigarettes
     
    nightmare of a leopard
    ripping out my lungs
     
    removing all my torments
    songs of rain and dance
     
    I left my hat in France
    my scarf in Venezuala
    in India my pants
     
    I lost my shirt when I talked to you
    and haven't seen it since
     
    my eyes upon the room they gaze
    and stop right on the floor
     
    the thoughts of nightmares still evoked
    my memory was rankled
     
    no wonder demons came to me
    my shoes at awkward angle
     
    so to the end of bed I crawled
    to position them in a V-like arc
     
    and commenced to wondrous slumber
    then angels struck me with their harp
     
    which made me sleep like lumber
     
    ***
     
    running down a hill
    clean air rushing through my gills
    lets spawn the technique 
    of managing a multicolored silence
    a lucid porous vibrance
    in the ears 
    of loyal lions
    like listening to prophecies
    of prognosticating Mayans
     
    the Sacred Tree will come
    and bring us all together
    and burn a flame for all to see
    from Phoenix falling feather
     
    

     
     
     
    I want to fill your heart with love
    day in and day out
    wash away your sorrow
    and remove all doubt
    today will wax tomorrow
    loving you is divine
    angel face so fine
    you are mine
    Amber
    the sap from your heart fuels our love
    I am yours
    Willow 
    my branches protect and comfort you
    and keep you from being blue
    I want you to fill my heart with love
    day out and day in
    we feel the happiness begin
    and begin again with no end
    you are the end to my endless road
    euphoria and heaven within
    so take the load from off my back
    and I�ll heal your wounds
    we�ll rack up points in paradise
    and help each other stay on track
     
     
     
    I must be in heaven
    here in paradise
    sand and waves and trees
    an angel by my side
    walking together along the beach
    hand in hand
    stride by stride
     
    the warmth from your lips
    sets my heart afire
    the softness of your touch
    gets me higher
    dizzy with euphoria
    yet clear as a sunset
    on the lake
    our souls dance on the sparkling water
    like faeries without a care
     
     
    like 2 children on a dare
    excitement inside me whirls and flares
    let us frolic in the daylight
    and sit beneath the stars
    tell me tales of your past
    and I will share my battle scars
    let us sleep
    the sound of waves at our feet
    I�ll be your blanket and pillow at night
    guarding your dreams from sorrow and fright
    I�ll always be there by your side
    protecting you in dark and light
     
     
     
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    I put a flower in your hair
    but you tell me not to stare
    modest in your beauty
    like a clam thats holding a pearl
    or
    a princess that still 
    believes shes a girl
     
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    ..2008..
    great gargantuan gorilla tits!! only 4 more years!!!
    ........
     
     
    birthday blues...
     
    feelin mighty angry
    feelin mighty ill
    but I can't afford
    the medical bill
    well I've been up and down the Internet
    lookin for jobs
    and the only one that hired me
    is workin for the mob
    don't see a dime
    that I don't have to spend
    barely breakin even
    and thats not the end
    can't afford to eat
    can't afford the rent
    can't afford the gas
    that my boss makes me spend
    well I feel like chicken
    but not tonight
    cause you're in Michigan
    so turn out the lights
     
    well this bad luck spell
    has got me so down
    got me so down
    on the ground...
     
    I broke my finger
    I broke my toe
    I asked my boss if there was work
    he said No!
    cause ever since I turned 26
    my luck's been nixed
    thirteen times two
    please tell me
    mama what's a boy to do?
     
     
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    Michigan
    it's lakes and streams
    who's lovely flowing 
    water gleams
    it's strong white pine
    and vast gold sand
    that never seems 
    to reach it's end
    with lush green hills
    and plains of maize
    it's beauty
    stretches on for days
    where skyscrapers soar
    and country lore
    have taken root
    in rich black soil
    motor oil
    and farmers toil
    have cultivated thee
    nevertheless
    I must address
    for its plain to see
    your winter water
    wonderland
    has helped you
    remain free
    sculpted after catcher's mitt
    or hand of God
    it seems
    tis where he laid
    his hand to rest
    as if he'd known
    he'd done his best
     
     
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    prophetic dreams and antler screams..
     
    a deer
    smashed his head
    in a hydraulic press
    his antlers shattered
    every which way but..
    lose the map
    you don't need one
    like the smoke spirit
    whom I've seen
    in the wood grain
    is he the devil incarnate
    in your lungs?
    too much future for me to say
    only to feel
    then its too late
    prophetic dreams
    haunting us and tearing down
    cerebral walls
    connecting us
    inflecting pain and suffering 
    in a mirage of realization
    an oasis of truth and decay
    so strange
    this sadness and serpitude
    yet we know
    no other way..
     
    the day
    shall come and sunlight will
    filter the madness
    for a while
    pancakes make me happy
    syrup is sappy
    like my love
    for her babydoll face
    but alas
    the sky is darkening again
    afternoon tempests
    come ashore
    and wreck the boats and houses more
    prophetic screams
    ligtning reams the rod-like trees
    lonely cries and desperate pleas
    the grassland has now turned to seas
    and we have seen how its begun
    the seeds we've sewed.. one by one
    to spin the deadly spider-spun
    deep impending web of doom
    and reap the harvest of our fate
    death is landing at your gate
     
    mate
    want a cockatoo
    or a jamboree
    or a barbequed cat with a pork pie hat?
    drat
    stat
    so gloomy eyed you are
    as you can see you are not far
    from finding out from hence you've came
    to realize we're all the same
    for did not we spin a web of fate
    not intending doom or hate?
    and are not our intentions somewhat good?
    like Mr Rogers neighborhood
    and are not our hearts 
    pure like gold
    once we remove this residual mold?
    and don't we have a job to do?
    help rid the earth of cold and flu
    and hope to God
    that when we die
    at least the good ones shall survive
    for the Sacred Tree is smart
    and will fry your pork pie heart
    yet allow your friend to live
    his brain a node
    his heart a sieve
     
     
     
     
     
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