Whisper

Have you ever heard the whisper of god?

It sounds like a turning page

or the scratch of a needle.

Each distinct,

and awakening that being

crawling beneath the flesh.

A mother calling you home,

a father exchanging his throne.

Let it be heard in the silence on the moon,

let it be heard in thunders deafening boom.

A star created, a world in bloom,

it's the sound of a moth winging towards noon.

In stillness and in movement

I hear the words of time,

a swinging dance stepping out of line.

Latitude and longitude

breaks their earthly tides

and gods mighty whisper

breaks the best of minds.

Zaphnath-paaneah

I watch the crows circle

I watch them circle high

The bread atop my head wont last

This feast is about worn out

Pluck out my eyes

Eat my meat and bread

Dive in, dive in

Wing and feather

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

Water rises

Water recedes

The fat cow will outlast

The other, dont you see?

Hes gonna fucking eat you

Pluck out my eyes

Eat my meat and bread

Dive in, dive in

Wing and feather

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

The king doesn't see

what's there in front of me

The jailed, they all fail

to find the meaning

Find the meaning...

Technicolor dreams

they scream

of famine and disease

Zaphnath-paaneah

Pluck out my eyes

eat my meat and bread

Dive in, dive in

Wing and feather

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

Wing and Feather

Zaphnath-paaneah

Dive in, dive in

Zaphnath-paaneah

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

Wake

Level Six

Charcoal drawings
Black finger tips
Smeared ashes and there's
No time to clean

The white is stained
People complain
The elevator's stuck on level six

Strobed lights, flashing signs,
Epilepsy, shutter, blink
No time to think

The white is stained
People complain
The elevator's stuck on level six

Now they're not going anywhere
And they're angry
Now they've stopped moving
And they can think clearly

The white is stained
People complain
The elevator's stuck on level six

Jump

Sometimes letting go,
Jumping without looking,
The trigger goes back.
The deafening thud tears into consciousness.
Extreme reality...ahhhh,
I have found my Bo tree,
Shade at last.

The World Falls Apart

Right there in front of me
Man is screaming
Man is retreating
Man is no longer competing
The world falls apart
Right in front of you
The Gods you made are running
The Gods you made are cursing
And I am blurting out the first thing
On my mind
The first thing I can tackle with my
Tongue
It's you

Superimposed Reality

The millions of pixels glittering fancily,
with the digitized smiles and modem madness
sending signals flashing like stellar
paraphernalia over and through the satellites
and the fiber optics, blasting your face with
mans satiric scheme, cut and paste, now you
have your reality, but really your electric
empathy has led to your system failure, and
your hard drive heart has crashed, and now
you must reboot reality, cut and paste,
profound serenity all because...
"You have mail."

Blood

He's always sayin'

"I promise"

While he's biting his toungue

And she's always wonderin'

Where her love has gone.

Her love has gone

Love has gone.

And he's always wipin'

The blood off his chin

And she's always wonderin'

Where the hell he's been.

Where have you been?

Where the hell have you been?

Well he doesn't know

Cause' he lost track

A bit down the road.

She'd always known

She'd be letting him go

Yeah he'd be the first to go

I'm always the first to go.

You can see it in the paper

The headline reads,

"When they arrived he was dead on the scene"

And you can read it on my tombstone

"He'll always bleed"

Yeah I'll always bleed

&

Always be the first to

Go

Story by the Sea

You and me walked out to the sea
To lay our bones upon our weary skin
and took the day to rest all dreams
You would listen to me
As we laid our heads by the sea
Where I stole
Your heart
And we would watch the sun
Lay down his head
Behind the hills and trees
And wait for night
To tell the tales of home
And listen to the groan
Of time
And you would listen to me
As we laid our heads by the sea
Where I stole you heart
And the tide started to rise
Swept up and carried us away
Been cast off in unknowns
A place where our love will find a way
Then hope in the shape of an anchor
Held us both steady at bay
You would listen to me
As we laid our heads by the sea
Where I stole your heart

Run

A sound sparked me to run
I couldn't see the source
That sound that put in motion
My final act in this world
To jump out with palms upturned
To blindly catch the front of a train
"release"
A sound sparded me to run
I couldn't see the source

Twigs and Stones

I built my house out of glass
So everyone could see the mess
When I picked out the biggest stone
And from my knees down to my toes
Gave the stone a mighty throw
Well now you can't blame anyone but me
The polished glass you could plainly see
A naked man with an outstretched hand
"Oh walk away before I shatter your heart"
A little piece of glass your'e lettin' beat too fast
A porcelain frame and your twig like bones
Don't stand a chance
When I hurl this stone.

Currents

Fish feel what I feel

The year ending

Time bending

Now to swim

Up stream or

Down?

Sayonara Basho

The moon and sun are eternal travelers
Even the years travel on
A lifetime adrift on a boat
Wind blown clouds turning into dreams of wanderings
I swept the cobwebs from the corners of my room
Just in time for the new year
Spring passes
And the birds cry out
Tears in the eyes of fishes
Straightening the spines of prose
I dust off all their shells
When would I see them again?
As the springtime mists begin to rise from the fields
I left my house in the hands of another
And left a verse at my door:
Spring passes
And the birds cry out
Tears in the eyes of fishes

Swell

With the ocean pounding in the background,
the stream of thoughts does not always
flow swiftly, undesturbed. Undercurrents of
insanity are swelling, and the brooding
storm is near, and I alone in my boat, alone
with fear...let go.

1942

We find ourselves lost.
Where did I go?
I've been conversing with ghosts,
Alone in the attic.
Their wood creaking voices
Leaving echoes around the room,
And their dust blown bodies
dance in the light from the moon.
I see your silhouette in shadows
your feet stepping to the tune
of a muffled song carried over
It sounds like 1942
And with fireside chats and whiskey bottle caps
I feel more at home
We find ourselves lost
Where did I go?
I've been conversing with ghosts.
Stomping alone in the attic
with some courage on my tongue
Whiskey bottle's empty
but my dancing's just begun
I take your ghostly hand
and twirl you just the same
as the light begins to twirl
this dust sure knows the game
Its 1942
And she knows me by my name
And with fireside chats and whiskey bottle caps
I feel more at home
We find ourselves lost
Where did I go?
Drinking and Dancing
back to 1942.
Whispering and laughing
I'm holding on to you.

The Dead Travel Fast

I saw you there in the corner of the room
Legs bent up at the knee
"The dead travel fast"
I heard it when you looked at me
The quickest way into your heart
Is the day I leave and my soul departs
Just scatter me like the leaves
All wind swept and hell bent
On getting caught up in your eaves
I likened you to a fish in the sea
I likened you to an owl in a tree
But darling its not you its me
A thousand times and I'd try again
But I am likened to the tree
10,000 leaves
And I can't even pick out me