• Our Love for the Queen Will Sustain

    What if there were kings or a queen here
    Ruling over this domain
    Giving us the loving care
    We can’t provide for ourselves
    Because we are but simple peasants
    Not accustomed to this way
    All but suffering just to stay awake
    In this American dream

    Let the horns sound for the regal
    Glory to the queen mother
    She loves us without scorn
    Feeds us from her pearly hand

    We are but humble stewards of the land
    Don’t foresake us our wayward desire
    To have what you have
    To steal it away, forever hide it
    In the precious places of our hearts
    This pernicious lust may drive us down
    To bite the sweet and gracious hand
    That gives us love from distant towers
    Our beloved sacred gem and flower

    We promise we will learn to live
    Within the generosity you give
    Even though our dark desire
    May conspire.

  • Random Fours

    It’s a creators wild whim
    To fill us full of thoughts and dreams
    Let us wander through a life of never knowing
    Where the start is, where the end lands where we’re going

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    It was spoken in a near voice
    That the wolf would have no choice
    But the raising hair would come
    And the hunt must hungry drone

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    In a deft stroke of nature
    The cataclysm falls upon the land
    Rising birds into the upper atmosphere
    Dropping them like rain

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    We are but pollen on the spring air
    Wandering the cyclic sundry
    Landing with hopes and intention
    Procreating in favor of the mission

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    I left the halls of mourning
    To begin a new loves day
    Dropping slowly all I carried
    Lest the heavy be what my burdened way

  • Oblivious To Be

    Oohhhhhh blivion
    How I long for thee
    And your sweet shady tree
    To lie below and dream
    The day is long
    And so perturbed am I
    By distractions great and smiling
    Lay me down by your stream
    Of lazy coiling waters
    Drifting leaves to no end
    Will pass beside undetermined
    If my languid spell won’t last
    Perhaps you’ll give me motives
    To stay forever in the sun
    Beside the wicked water’s draw

  • Bring in the Wolf

    I want to let in the wolf
    To roam the halls
    To pull a howling believer into me
    To savage the pallid flesh
    To wreck the furniture
    I trust his style
    Unrelenting and wild
    It can be difficult to get him out
    But while his hoarse cry rings
    The world is right

  • Black Ice

    This is it
    Have to break the ice
    It’s thin anyway
    The water is very cold
    It contains the necessary nutrients
    For survival
    Stamp my feet
    Spread apart a bit
    It groans and cracks
    I’m ready to sink
    Into the inky unknown
    The polar mystery
    Of what might happen
    Treading lightly is done
    Skating is nice but for children
    My family is beyond
    My universe beckons
    My trials await hearing
    Into the split I dive

  • Portable Black Hole

    Is the Black Hole here too
    Amidst the roll of hills
    And still of water
    I does follow me no matter
    Can it be diverted like the stream
    It wants to swallow all my dreams
    Maybe I should fall in
    Over expose my limited vision
    Expand my particles beyond their capacity.
    Let the funnel feed on me until the streaks of light are squeezed thin then dissolve into alternation
    I should not fear the squeeze but I do
    It’s my wholesome nocturnal home
    The bridge into the central chamber
    From the outermost bad behavior
    When it’s done with me
    I’ll know

  • Judgement Is Optional

    I look around, see eyes down
    Ears turned inward
    Not wanting to be disturbed
    Or inconvenienced in the least way.

    But there are two
    Who gaze into each other’s eyes
    What lurks beneath this disguise of love

    I want to believe that we are not
    Trapped in the frame of a robot
    Thanks to the children
    I see filled with this thing
    That seems to harden as time brings
    Us closer to I know not what

    I will find the beauty in the inward turn
    This human tragedy will become mine

  • Brown is Fire

    Why does brown makes me think of fire?
    Even though black or red
    Should take care of that better.
    It doesn’t matter
    It’s what the dream said.
    As I was laying in bed
    The world was descending upon me
    As I was rising to the surface.
    “Brown is the color of fire”

    Is it the end of Autumn
    That makes me think of losing everything.
    But it’s the start of Spring
    When everything is new and green.
    Do these words try to convey
    Some meaning some command to obey.
    Or is it just a dream to be lived as a dream.

    In colors in fire.
    In everything that mixes together
    When I’m away in the hills of slumber
    I see and hear things better

  • I Need an Invasion

    I need and invasion. To strike down the division. To unify and collect the sides into a tangible reasonable sensible selection. This cynic’s soul is suffered enough. It’s time to rebel against the moronic incest. My brain is in two, a troubled machine. Let’s bring in the troops to level the field. It’s time to end the Civil War reenactment. I need my country to be invaded.

    The incessant neeeeeed to be right is ok, but the rifle butts on the door will perhaps distract long enough to see what’s real. Personal belief is out the window on little tissue issues. We need wood stone and steel again. A purposeful means. People to inspire dreams beside an addicted symbol of insecurity and self centered greed.

    I’m ready for the coming invasion. Bring in the hordes to pillage the stores. Turn the fight to an actual enemy, instead of the twisting baby ideals of a televised mind. Sound the alarm and watch the petty fears and differences disappear into a unified front of warriors. Our blood will pool together on American soil as one red wave.

  • Joint Quote

    We’re hurtling through space at a million miles per second.

    Deal with it.