Three Lines

Three lines meet and a corner is formed,

a shadow catching spirit,

dancing in the blades of the twilight fan

with a golden scalp reflecting last nights tragedy.

I pull on the beaded strings

to shed some light in the dusty room,

but I leave the light off because I saw the vicious blue rainbow,

a halo formed reminding early risers there is still beauty here,

there is still a hope unsaid in "waiting phrases",

spoken in hidden agendas of "once"...

"once this is over"...

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."