Provisions

Salt is good seasoning for a steak

But you still need a knife to enjoy it

I don't have a sharp knife

Nothing as fierce as the samurai sword on your hip

I have a spork I got from the KFC in town

And it's still in its wrapper

I'm keeping it sharp for the day of war

Poem

/taː baːzdãːk'aːf tʃɹ/

/tɒ̃ baːzdʁiːmɒ̃n/

̃̃/iːθiːf tyb/

̃̃/yːðyf tyb/

̃̃/taː teɪxaːtk'aːf tʃɹ/

̃̃/tɒ̃ eɪxaʁiːmɒ̃n/

̃̃/ɒ̃nʌf tyb/

̃̃/aːzgaːf tyb/

Rain Horses

Lords arrayed low in green, humble and thick like trees covered with snow.

Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
But you can't ride them
Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
Take off your shirt and run with them
Dream bigger baby

Beasts shedding their skin driven mad by a single burning point, a star in the empty place.

Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
But you can't ride them
Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
Take off your shirt and run with them
Dream bigger baby

Gravity distorted by the curve of her back, light bending around her mouth, I don't need to be afraid anymore. 

Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
But you can't ride them
Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
Take off your shirt and run with them
Dream bigger baby

Lord Earth

Legions of lesions like leeches lashing with their leashes

Obscuring the skin on the neck or the width of the word

Rumbling with razors racing rashly against the rocks where the ravens are

Digging into the the edges of the scab or the breath of her voice

Erstwhile everything waits entranced for the emperor's entrance

Already seeing the wake of his cloth or the semblance of his girth

Rebels rousing the revenge-mad ruins with raw red rain

To see the crumbling stone or the child with no mother

Holy holes helping with a holocaust without humor or humanity

I sleep no more.  

The Alchemist

When the pain runs this deep

And you can't scream out

Because you never get to sleep

You wish you could make something good

When the sadness crushes this hard

And you can't blink it away

Because you have sign his birthday card

You wish you could make something good

Like an alchemist turning tin to gold

Pick up the pieces and make a stain glass window

Like an artist turning pain into gold

Pick up the pieces and carry on through the nightmare

Her/Hymn

She could break a mountain with a sigh

And bend time like a snake coiling around the wrist and upper arm of a belly dancer

She could dry up the ocean with a look

And twist my worming veins around my heart like barbed wire stuck in the flesh of a deer that I saw on the side of the road bleeding out

I should find my way back home

But she will sneak up behind me and trace the miles with chalk like the outline of a murder victim

I should make her something nice and shiny

But all I can conjure up this rotten mass of sounds and shapes and little larvae crawling out my ears as my brain drains out of my nose

I'm still trying to get home, and fall before her alter

Steady on, hold fast, the road gets narrow up ahead

Hold fast, steady on, the world ends just over that hill

Steady on, hold fast, the dirt gets a little sticky around here

Hold fast, steady on, the tree all look lonely and sad out here

I'm still trying to come home, and fall before her alter

She could plant an orchard with her hands

And spin webs like silk white linen embroidered with one liners and trivia facts

She could skin a horse with her mouth

And sharpen sticks with the stones she gathered from the river, like a shepherd boy off to kill giants

She could speak to the mud with her feet

And guide the little ones to safety and warmth and good clean beds with high thread count sheets

She could pluck a star from the sky with a wink

And settle the storm like Jesus walking on the water, even as I take my eyes away from her face

Ideas

I get ideas about you

And I fall in love with them

I don't think I fell in love with you

But your shadow sure is damn cool

Like how the bed is cold

But the smoke makes it hard to see

I get ideas about me

And I want to kick that guy's ass

I don't think I really know who I am

But your shadow sure is damn cool

Like the how the bed is a coffin

But the smoke makes it hard to see

I get ideas about us

And I want to settle down right

I don't think I know what you want

But our shadows could be so damn cool

Like the bed when it shakes and smells like licorice

But the smoke will make it hard to see

For Four

You could put me in a bucket
Float me down the river
We could make love but
We'll have to do it quicker
Than your dad can run

You could bite my finger
Draw a little blood
We could mess around
Playing in the mud
In the summer sun

You could be my prison
Shackle me in chains
We could have a fight
Dig throughout my brains
With an old bent spoon

You could twist my hair
Fill it full of flowers
We could stand alone
Breathing in the shower
Under the Autumn moon

Observations of a Layman

Where do birds come from?
I read in an article online
That birds are the descendants of dinosaurs
Just another creature in a long never ending chain of evolutionary progress
So I guess birds are like you

Where did the dinosaurs go?
I read in an old textbook
That they died in a meteor impact millions and millions of years ago
Just another pile of bones ordered by age in the geological​ column
So I guess dinosaurs are like me

Where did we end up?
I read in my diary
That all women are bitches
And the men aren't any better
Just a bunch of apes trying to get to the top of shit mountain so they can get all the bananas
So I guess we're like that meteor that killed all the dinosaurs, except the ones that became birds.

Triangle Fish

You know that feeling you get when you want to drink alcohol? That big wet icy hole in your heart like a wave crashing into you on a New England shoreline in December, drowning you in the plague of isolation, because when I think about you, I don't feel like that anymore.

It's a good feeling, not great, but warm at least. But I think a little ways into your pine trees we could find the mountain together. If the rocks and stones are done braiding your midnight hair into the rivers I see cascading down over the rim of the Earth, then take my hand and grip it with your chest so that your heart doesn't fall out.

And drown me in the slight breeze yoi make when your lips moves around jokes before pain comes back again to stab your tongue with needles and your mind with shadows. Take me in your skin and wallow with me in the sunshine before you leave me again to take the spirit of curved things away.

Sit like a dog, heel to me and come obiediant when your God calls, lest he be angry and curse you with joy. Bend like a tree in storm, shatter onto me and cut my skin with a million tiny razors. And come obiediant when your God calls, lest he be angry and curse you with joy.

Stand proud for me to see, like a monument to my alcoholism, or totem pole for the sane man with the vasectomy... perhaps when you come back I'll be hornier or stupider. Definitely lonelier, remember that when the sunsets.

Huddled under the stairs waiting for the tornado to come and take us away to Oz. But we were never in Kansas. We were in Missouri. Or maybe it was Iowa. Nebraska once or twice. California? I can't remember if I saw you there. Colorado for sure, you remember that one I bet. Fuck, we should have gone to Michigan.

Now you'll examine the creamy fossil remains, and sheepishly I come thither and contemplate the game I must play.
In my left hand gripping tight the evidence of the struggle and I stare upon the vision of your valley's orchard. Slowly the worm wanders out into the light so that the crow swooping low catches it in her feet.

Stand on the edge of the chalk cliffs as a storm blows in, I want to see your hair in the wind, and your skin turn pink in the cold. Show me the blood I can't find in my heart. Show me the bruise I can't remember how it got there. Show me saddle you want me to ride and I'll ride into the sunset.

Tell me what God I should worship, and I'll worship at your feet. It's like using a circle hook to catch a triangle fish. You don't come when I call. It's like using a circle hook to catch a triangle fish.

You've been good to me so far, so I think we'll be friends still as long as the moon keeps hanging in the sky, so we know its light will be with us.

Many of these lines can interpreted many ways. And none are correct. Fuck off with your I'll advised snake oil meaningfulness. We had enough of that in the 80s. Leave us be with our noise. Don't you get it faggot? We're all just trying to get laid.

Johnny

Johnny was a boy, and he fell in love with a girl

But poor Johnny didn't know about the cruel world

Phoebe was girl, as pretty as you've ever seen

So tall, slender, dark hair, and eyes so green

Now her daddy slapped her around

And her mama crawled into a bottle, wouldn't make a sound

Johnny and Phoebe met by the railroad track

And Johnny told her about his plan to take her away from all that

He said, meet me here at midnight tomorrow

And we'll get away, we'll escape this land of sorrow

But Phoebe's daddy caught wind of the scheme

And started to drink and he fuck he got mean

He went down to railroad track at 11:59

A gun in his hand and something nasty on his mind

There was Johnny waiting for his sweetheart

When he saw Phoebe's daddy he aimed to depart

But Phoebe's daddy shot Johnny down

He gave Johnny a bloody red crown

Strong Like Dog

I drink milk
Make me strong like dog

I go to church
Make me strong like dog

I think I strong like dog
Make me strong like dog

I get married, have many child
Make me strong like dog

I take prescription drugs
Make me strong like dog

I read newspaper at morning
Make me strong like dog

I have broken heart
Make me strong like dog

I objectify my female relatives and friends
Make me strong like dog

I fuck up faggots
Make me strong like dog

I pay my taxes and mow my lawn
Make me strong like dog

I own slaves, work my field
Make them strong like dog

I own three cars and boat
Make me strong like dog

I don't pay credit card
Make me strong like dog

I watch TV every night for week
Make me strong like dog

I dig thirty meter hole
Make me strong like dog

I read fashion magazine and watch online porno
Make me strong like dog

I beat my wife, keep her in place
Make her strong like dog

Independence Day

Good feathers free in the wind
Blue and yellow like the devils from the salt
Bad fires rage in the holy trees
Red and hot like our blood in the dirt and our skin in the sun

Dead bones rattle in the night
Hollow and dry like the hunger of the kingless
Living corpses stalk the hillside
Rotten and limp like the harvest in the fields and the fish in the river

Long summer fades and winter bites
Rapid and fiercely like the dogs of the Spanish
Short tempers squirm in the brain
Beating and howling like the warrior coming home in glory

White paper rolling steam out
Thick and poisonous like the oil and the tear gas
Black bear wrestling a buck
Strong and loving like the sun and her reflection in the water

Rioting pride in my fatherland
Furious and magic like dust in the rain and the flies in the dim
Wincing shame in my fatherland
Lust and lazy like the dog in the mud and the pig in heat

Big horse running down the mountain
Lightning and thunder like the bird in my hand and the grass on her breast
Small man tensing at the moon
Cold and alone like the temple in the jungle and the blood in the soil

Faster, More Intense

You can type this shit

But you can't say it!

He's the key to all this

If we get him working

But I may have gone too in few places

And now we're listening to the music!

It's bold, it's stylistically designed to be that way

It's bold, it's philosophically designed to be that way

It's bold, it's metaphorically designed to be that way

You can type this shit

But you can't say it!

Again, it's like poetry

Sort of, when they rhyme

Again, it's like atrophy

Sort of, this time

It's bold, it's stylistically designed to be that way

It's bold, it's philosophically designed to be that way

It's bold, it's metaphorically designed to be that way

It's gonna be great

But we can diminish the effects of it

Shake Them Skinny Bones

You look so cute on bent knees

Like kaleidoscope birds and bees

You know just how to impress

Slip rosy out that goddamn dress

And...

Shake them skinny bones

Twist that serpent spine

Stretch them kitten's legs

Walk honey down that line

And shake them skinny bones

Shake them skinny bones

Arch that serpent spine

Spread them kitten's legs

Make believe you're mine

And shake them skinny bones

You look so sexy in your mother's shoes

Come on up close baby and cure these blues

You know just how to make it go away

You've played that game we're gonna play

So...

Shake them skinny bones

Twist that serpent spine

Stretch them kitten's legs

Walk honey down that line

And shake them skinny bones

Shake them skinny bones

Arch that serpent spine

Spread them kitten's legs

Make believe you're mine

And shake them skinny bones

You looked so pretty on the first day of school

You kissed me so apple red soft, I was your fool

You know just how to get to sleep

I'll take it a little but never too deep

Please...

Shake them skinny bones

Twist that serpent spine

Stretch them kitten's legs

Walk honey down that line

And shake them skinny bones

Shake them skinny bones

Arch that serpent spine

Spread them kitten's legs

Make believe you're mine

And shake them skinny bones

Holiday Song

Take seizure grip it low
Howling music driving snow
Tell me something
That I don't know

Run sideways spitting blood
Wash your shirt down in that mud
Gimme that good bowl
All full of bud

Speak loudly jiggling fat
Witty mouse starving cat
Take this curve
And make it flat

Tick tock says the clock
Rooster calling to his flock
Watch this door
And keep it locked

Heavy wind dripping salt
Burning house rusty vault
Heard them lies?
It ain't my fault

Falling leaves raven's scream
Hot coffee too much cream
Stay the hell
Outta my dreams

Mother's book father's shame
50 cards half a game
You and me
We're just the same

Good Earth

I miss my grave, I miss the dirt

I miss the bugs, and good calm smell

I miss the feet walking over me

How the different kinds of shoes

Played music on the wet grass

I miss my coffin, I miss those worms

I miss the cold, and steady long shadows

I miss the flowers they'd leave next to me

How the petals would blown over my tombstone

Like someone put them there on purpose

I miss my dog, I miss the rough throat she used to sing

I miss the teeth, and the fleshy taste of dinner

I miss the sun as the roots twist into me

How the light would dance in the dust

Shining off her crown on that Friday night

I miss when I wasn't in the green good earth

I miss the words I once heard whispered in my ear

I miss when I wasn't cut up and inside out

How I could eat a belly full of pies and not burst

Like a man happy with his home on this good earth

Some Verse for The Dark Madonna

Hide me in the shadow of your wings

My eyes are wide like Christmas

Please, bleed under this mistletoe

But, your eyes are snails

Bid me to lie down in sweet pastures

Bitter is my hand in my mouth

And sweeter it would be in yours

But, you hands are slim and faint

Arise with healing in your wings

Sheer is the curve of your coast

Please bring me down in the salt tide

But, your ocean runs red and dry

Previous

Many bad things
When the bone bleaches
Stiffens quicken thickens

Many sickly things
When the skin squeaks
Thrilling filling killing

Many steady things
When the words crumble
Falsely fiercely simply

Many broken things
When the hand falls
Weakly weary blindly

Many lush things
When the eyes burst
Colorful hateful helpful

Many things bring me back
Nothing keeps me there
Many things call me back
Nothing keeps me away

A heart lingers in your eye
Lingers and wanders far
A head breaks the shadows
Breaks and builds me up

Many green things
When the smoke pours out
Coldly somberly tiredly

Many bloody things
When the ribs bend
Twisting wishing missing

Many grown things
When the numbness comes
Slowly silently steeply

Many clear things
When the dawn breaks
Haunting hunting hurting

Many forgotten things
When the promise remembered
Thinking speaking aching

Noveau Riche

I'm gonna bend my fingers backwards until they snap, so I can't touch anything I'm not supposed to. Next come my eyes, slit with a scalpel so they drain dry, so I can't see anything I'm not supposed to.

Maybe I'll cut my tongue out, so I won't say anything stupid. Crush my feet with a hammer, powder all the bones, so I can't go anywhere I'm not supposed to be. Twist my ribs inward, so every breath is pain that slashes my lungs, and makes them fill with blood, ah, lovely red sea drowning me, pulling me down to sleep.

But before that glorious metamorphosis can begin, I'll need a place to stay, a tomb to keep warm. Bricks, a lot of bricks, no windows, no doors. Keep me in the dark forever, a neat little abyss for me to languish in, get fat, get old, get pale, and stay alone. Or better yet, a mansion, all pearly white and spotless clean by the tired hands of lost children. There will be lots of gold painted baseboards and lots of paintings on the wall. A pool-house, and probably a pool too. Statues of tigers at the front door, like guardian angels. Then I can sit back and endure my hell, I accept my punishment, God.

Maybe I should build a house out of Styrofoam and toothpicks. Hell broken, saturated with knowledge, damp heavy with truth dripping. Knives and forks all in they're place, waiting for the feast to begin, then my belly will burst with sex and powder white roses will crown her glory as she falls asleep in my arms, no longer will she struggle against my will.

Run your fingers through my hair, child. Don't be afraid, the wolf still sleeps in his den. But the salamander is ready for war. Some of the aristocracy will blush now, and cover their faces with their hands, yet they peak out between their fingers, like voyeurs gazing through a thicket, profaning the sacred deed done in the moonlight.

Taken beyond the familiar boundaries of home, to a dusty place away from friends and water. Dying of thirst in my world of dreams, a little lost schoolgirl, a textbook under her arm, and a monster in her soul. Let's paint the sand technicolor, and drown the sun with our effluence. Our skin will be sunburned, and we'll peel it off with joy, and revel in our pink raw rebirth. That skin will be our housing, stretched over bones in the shade of dunes. I hollow you out, and drink my blood from your pretty little skull, secure in my new wealth. Welcome to the noveau riche, my dear little child.  

Lurid Florid

I lay myself down between the pale ivory pillars of heaven and taste the fruit of the goddess.

I draw my sword and brandish it at her whimpering slave. I raise my blade to her sky and slumber between the mountains.

My waves break against her shore, her sunrises and sunsets bring us to Paradise. Her sapphire stars twinkle at me as I feel my hurricane breath.

My bridge is bathed in her salt-sea as she crosses her own chasm. Her fire bends with sound and my storm breaks.

I crawl into her garden and get lost in her rosebushes. She climbs up my tree and wraps it tight her grace.

Anomalous Signature

I'm a stegosaurus, you're like pretty pristine pieces of new shiny plastic. 

A little bit of ivory and gold fire set alight with little blue suns burning a hole in my heart.

I'm an apple tree, you're like big factory blowing steam and smoke and giving me shade to sleep in. 

A little bit of fresh air makes the pain go away, and when those clouds part I'm in a new world.

I'm a church steeple, and you're like a freshly dug grave, raw and warm and sunless bidding me come rest. 

A little bit of laughter makes death a friend to all, and when the punchline hits I'm in stitches.

The Wind

Little grey husk, let the wind remind you, all those things you were. Let the wind tell you who you are, the cold bite on your skin, the wind knows what you are. An animal of the lowest sort, a man, a monster, matters not. You're both, aren't you? Oh little god look away from yourself, it'll only bring pain. But the wind will whisper, and make you naked in the cold, the wind will set you straight.

That breath, those ribs, moving moving moving. My god how they move. That fleshy thing moves, and comes close, comes so close to my heart, but she isn't mine, and cannot be. Yet, the way it moves, oh yes IT, isn't that problem, not a person as I am, only an IT to move for me. How dark and lost I have become, even now my soul cries for a shape, not a soul, a shape only, a warm little shape to make me fit into the puzzle, a husk, a nothing-person with no soul of their own, yet gods, I am so cold.

A battle, a holy crusade maybe, in my own soul, with my own flesh, that longing lustful creature in me that cares nothing for innocence and wants only to feed, and get fat on his conquest. How many little ones have I destroyed with my gaze? How many are justified in my sin? I don't know what's wrong or right anymore, and the little one pulls me close, and pacifies my dread.

Pacifier, an infantile tool, yet I need it. I need the solace of irresponsibility, and it tugs hard against my flesh. If it could flail me into submission I would let it. All skin peeled away, only muscle and bone left to bleach and wither, only a half thing, a half person, physical only, no spirit. Hail Satan! I have no soul! Jesus Christ on the cross, save my soul! Spill your blood and bathe me in ecstasy!

The wind tells me nothing, and everything. Its caress on my skin condemns and frees. I am a brute, an evil awful terrible thing, yet I am alive and well, ready to breathe the wind into my own diseased lungs.  

Father's Son

We all come from somewhere, a moist cavern or a warm bed. All placed here like pawns in a chess game with no players. Left to scribble and wander away hours. No gods looking down judging, no hellish fiend looking up waiting for his sadistic chance. Just us, and the web of lies or the tapestry of truth we weave. Heavy hands make a burning place, quick smiles lessen the burden, but bring contention. Honesty, that bare naked spirit makes us a strong armored titan, truth makes us burn like a never-dying star in the sky. Yet always we shrink away from the brilliance of our own existence, and fling mud at the other apes trying to create a steady drum beat.

Faggot, normie, liberal, SJW, cuckhold, pervert, pedophile, polyamorous bi, straight, nigger, Nazi, gook, honky, spic, gringo, left, right, trans, cis, and others more varied and lewd, all to draw those damn lines in the sand. Things to contain and control, with no love in them. Let's accept the diversity, and harm no creature. Like those ill-fated pagans of old, like those God-fearing Christians, like those Muslims who knew God is love, like the Jews wishing Shalom on all, like those atheists proclaiming the beauty of the ape-god, like those Hindus saying all is one manifestation of God, like the Buddhists saying we are the same. Like the man who loves his children, like the mother who is the source of all good, let's be like that.

And be no more the crawling sly beast of the garden, let us raise no more hell against the hedges of Paradise. Welcome all with a caress and a cutting word, love all, but accept no evil. The shades of skin, the long roads traversed, each their own universe which not all have journeyed, a little god alone in majesty needs no acclamation and no praise. Strong in their solidarity, safe in their sovereignty, all is one, and many things are blooming.

When that dark comes be ready with your own light, not the shadow of another one's flame, you own lighting is far more brilliant than an echo. Let us not be slaves to the whims of the past, or dogs for the call of the present, let us always admire our future, and worship the gods we will become, let us not be only our father's sons.  

This Town

I've lost track of how many nights I've wandered the streets in this town

I keep thinking of her face, and damn it's getting me down

Tell me darling, tell me dear, will we ever get out of this town?

I've lost track of how many times we've failed to see eye to eye

I dreamed of holding her close, and damn imagine my surprise

I endure the long lonely nights, just waiting for the sun to rise

I've lost track of all the times I've gone and worn a frown

I keep thinking if I keep this up, I am bound to drown

Tell me darling, tell me dear, will we ever get out of this town?

I've lost track of all the times I've seen bones hanging from the trees

I know that this devil inside me is damn well hard to please

I can't love a god, who wants to see me on my knees

I've lost track of all the times I've woken up facedown

I can hear my heart its beating, and I think it needs to slowdown

Tell me darling, tell me dear, will we ever get out of this town?

For the Sundress

All grace little flowers

Little rivers dry sand

And something speaks

Not with words with skin

All love little sleep

Big mountains poke

And something dies

Not with body with eyes

All sleek little soul

Thick forests dream

And something loves

Not with mind with heart

All anger little hands

Big house taunts

And something lies

Not with clothes with bones

All little lovely little

Old man remembers

And something snaps

Not with fury with vice

All sunny little clouds

Dirty rooms divine

And something rips

Not with flesh with lips

All wandering little home

Little one dances

And something rises

Not with bile with blood

All beat little slap

Young goddess pleads

And something is needed

Not with sacrifice with gift

All warm little cold

Burnt paper reveals

And something cries

Not with pain with fear

All lust little kiss

Fountain shout evil

And something grins

Now with teeth with smile

All loss little gained

Dust blow desire

And something lives

Not with textbook with lily

All rage little thought

Large dog leaps high

And something shakes

Not with hand with death

All pale little scar

Lovely thing mocks

And something believes

Not with faith with touch

All words little spoken

Once fox goes eternal

And something reminds

Not with face with scheme

All taken little left

Old fool redeems

And something ascends

Not with God with gods

The Long Game

Noise...the bloody thing in the skull, pulsing and wheezing like roadkill. No knife can castrate, and no drug can sedate this brute, nothing but nothingness can offer solace. But nothingness isn't anything you can get, so roll the dice, I suppose, play the game, why the hell not? But it's been such a long game, and I don't have a mind to play anymore.

Oh little goddess, why do you torment me so with your love? A goddess shouldn't love a filthy little rat, or a queen care for a diseased peasant. Yet she spills her blood everyday for my little wretched soul, stomping out her own majesty.

Damp things catch fire, the parched drown in her glory. Up is down, I guess. So how do I fall for her? Oh numbers in sequence, colors in palate, notes in scale, order, logic, but the chaos calls me back. The bearded beast on throne wants my soul, the carpenter, nailed to worked wood, wants my life for his own. A zombie god, resurrected from my own past life, eating away at my life now. I fall into the void they left when I found out their lies. A vacuum of purpose, a negative space for hope.

A triangle set with stones; complex wonder of man, a cross of wooden planks; simple. History is a strange thing, light grey versus dark grey, no black and white. I find it all too good to be true, and yet it is, without empty promises, only assuring the pointless wonder of it all.

Noise...the bleeding thing in the heart, writhing and whimpering like a battered pet. No love can console, and no hatred inflame this fool, nothing but everything will satisfy, but everything is so out of reach. Play the hand you were dealt, the cards are capricious, and the house mundane. It's been such a long game, and I can't wait for the next round.

Bet your life, my friend. It's all you have that's worth anything, well...maybe. Who knows? All just pieces in someone else's game, aren't we all? Those scaly fucks from another world, drinking the blood of simple men. Hm? No? Well, the bargaining chips in a celestial prick measuring contest. Hm? No? The many reincarnations of one soul then, perhaps. Perhaps not.

It's been such a long game, and I dunno if I can play anymore.

Big White-Fat Devil

Now come the blue and black

Set to make flesh black and blue

The chorus begins:

NOT MY GOD!

Fists raised :

NOT MY GOD!

In childish defiance

The masses amassed

With sardonic license

The lawmakers are lawless

The chorus reprised:
NOT MY GOD!
Fists stabbing:
NOT MY GOD!

With hate-filled slurs spur

The mongers are mongrels

In capricious wonder

The crowds are cowered

The chorus, dirge becomes:
NOT MY GOD!

Fists fallen, wrists broken:
NOT MY GOD!

Now come the blue and black

Set to make flesh black and blue

Turtle Song

If you love me, you'll take off your clothes

If you love me, you'll rip off your skin

If you love me, you'll dance for me

If you love me, you'll let me die

If you love me, you'll give me a kiss

If you love, you'll bust up my lip

If you love me, you'll dance for me

If you love me, you'll let me die

If you love me, you'll dance for me

If you love me, you'll crawl for me

If you love me, you'll dance for me

If you love me, you'll let me steal you

If you loved me, I wouldn't beat you so

If you loved me, I wouldn't hurt you so

If you loved me, I wouldn't make you dance

If you loved me, I wouldn't let myself...die!

If you love me, please then don't leave me

If you love me, please then make me smile

If you love me, please then dance with me

If you love me, then don't let me die

Land of Stone

In this Land of Stone
I have made myself god
And on this cold throne
I have forgotten your face

Your name is still on my lips
In this Land of Stone
My tears still fall silent
In this Land of Stone

In this Land of Stone
I have become lost
And on this cold throne
I have paid the cost

My name is forgotten
In this Land of Stone
My name is darkness
In this Land of Stone

A New World

Drink the blood of dead things

And forget that you live in their grave

Feel the sorrows of a thousand generations

And choke on your privilege

Then again it ain't your fault

Eat the flesh of beautiful things

And know they died for you

Feel the pain of millions of little beasts

And slurp their fat as you season with salt

And get great on their sacrifice

Then again it ain't your fault

Board up your house from the foreign things

And forget their culture is yours

Their God is as flawed as your Savior

And get pious over violence

And get political about their plight

Them again it ain't your fault

They starve

They die

They live in terror

Not your concern

Not your life....

Not so long ago your kind

Was thrown to lions

Let them be thrown into a wall

All is as it ever was

Pious demonizing pious

All gods are

Not all gods are equal...

Gods tell man not to love man

Gods tell woman not love woman

Seems the same to me

Seems the same to me

Gods tell you to love your neighbor

Gods say not to love your neighbor

Seems the same to me

Seems the same to me

If a God there is

Isn't His/Her name Love?

If a God there is

Isn't Her/His name Love?

No regret when the owners you killed

No regret when the landless deny

No regret when the others despise

No regret when the future deny

Drink the wealth of the voiceless

Eat the home of the homeless

Wall up the defenseless

Ain't your fault anyhow....

Who said love is of God?
Oh yeah, your God said so

But who is He, who is your Savior....

Nothing to you,

When dirt with a meaningless name is the only God you know

Welcome to a new order

A new realm....

A new kingdom...

A fourth Reich.

Song

When it enters me, the rough, burning, light-filled stuff, that's when I know what I am: a beast.

The dullness of mind that silences the screams of the heart. Hello old ghost, make yourself at home.

Well not a home, but four walls at least. Four walls that creak and groan with the wind, the little wind chimes of the disenfranchised. Yet I am not a beast only, there is something else, something bright. And that brightness is seen when my voice becomes many, when my eyes stop beholding, when my eyes see, only when they see

One might stop and stare, and ask why? But when you look long enough all you can see is yourself, black skin, light skin, English, unknown sounds, female, male, all blurs into one when you really take a hard look. Not that we're all the same, but yet...we are one. The blind man on the corner playing his cigar-box-guitar, is the white man in expensive clothes clanging away to the crowd of millions. All sound becomes one sound, little difference between the jangling homemade and the shiny produced, all is soul, and no one is soulless.

Those who gawk lack the understanding of what the little man does, the little man, that seemingly useless thing, he does more for the soul of the earth than any douche in a Mercedes could hope to do. It's all about flow, or rhythm, or beat, hell they're the same, it's about soul, it's about life. The breath the comes from foot tapping and off-key choruses, nothing can touch that, not rust, not time, not cynicism, nothing.

As I gulp, and waste my time, I can hear it, the mastery of the slaves, the wisdom of the uneducated, those things they do are so pure, so boundless and beautiful, I wish I could join them. There is something to be said of the joy of the poor, like beasts in purity they revel in the simple, the whole, the life-giving noise of all things. Who cares if you can shred on an 8 string Stratocaster, can you feel the emotions that make galaxies turn? Can you bounce to the beating of a thousand stars? That's where the soul comes in, and gives life to metal.

There's a demon in mind, that deifies others, and berates itself, something that wishes for the noble savage, yet knows there is no savage, noble or otherwise. If a savage did exist, it would be a banner spread across the whole earth, one tongue for all people, a savage beast that rips apart art and all lovely things. There is no noble, and no savage, all are one, and yet many. The beautiful that creates all colors and noise, that thing that cannot be taught or explained.

There is only the one thing, that noise, that cry, that proclamation, the yearning, that desire, the need...There is only life for us little ones that live, only the light in defiance of the dark, only the noise in answer to the silence, only one in unity with the many.

The Drink

Wine, whine, whine

Strong drink

Water, bother, bother

Weak life

Those ancient demons

Whispering in my ear

The oldest poison

Taking away my fear

Vodka, little water

Whiskey, water of life

Beer, grain of the earth

Wine, the blood of my wife

Those old spirits

Strengthen my arms

Quicken my heart

My soul is warm

Warm yet oblivious

Dumb yet rebellious

Wise yet delirious

Brave yet anxious