Lament of a lover
Gets lost in the sea
As the islands grow thinner
And the skies to infinity
Grow long, distant lands
Mercy the horizon without grace
Say farewell to familiar clouds
Bid adieu firm soil
My feet no longer tempt
The lonely seas of your pasture
My flowers no longer grow
From the brown brown soil of your fathers land
Riddled with perverse desires to multiply the uncontrollable
I reach deep inside and fight for nourishment
Scared to make a sound, be summoning an orchestra
The slayed lay awaiting tomorrows destiny
Fight! You pretty people fight!
We have a voice
Granted with passage unto earth
The birth of our conscience
Fleeting matters dismissed
Like McCarthy witch hunts of yore
Carry your own thoughts, dear lovers
Forth, onto tomorrow
Feed not the media induced frenzy
Feed not the government sponsored hype
Feed knowledge within
Feed freedom
Know choice
Consequences we face
Raise a powerful voice of knowledge
Let it be known it’s not ok
Wounded
Like a soldier in battle
Crying to no avail
Putting pressure on the blood
Wincing at every move
And completely incapable
Of doing anything about it
Splay the strewn corpses
Lightly across the virgin sands of time
Let their obscene gestures
Recklessly fall deep beneath the soil
Rotting amongst their own ambitions
Long since fallen
Long since dressed in stripes
Awaiting the sentence
The memories held within these delicate sheets
Lined with edges and uneven borders
Fill up my sleepless nights
So that even the forgotten memories become mine
I played guitar all night long
I sang into your wires
I let loose the desire
Bottled like a wild bee
I held your reverb in my stomach
I croaked your intentions
I felt your sweet sustain
Like a sweet soul mother
..and I sang
..and I sang
Did you hear the sound of the rain that night?
Did the screams of desire reach your conscience?
Did you wind up those unwound dancing shoes?
I laid the ground with fresh rose pedals
Strewn with the hand of wicked intentions
I scented the very edges of humanity
With such lust tigers dull in comparison
Did you catch the faint wind blow upon your face?
Did you hear the footsteps upon your roof?
I’ll be seeing you again
With panthers and snakes
Wildly collapsing concepts of hope
Against the backdrop of humanity
And blasphemy
Blasphemy blows down the doors of occupation
Ringing from the lonesome dove
And comforting as holy mothers do
Forever dew drips lonely from the tree
Grasping at obstructed blades of sunshine
Soon the warmth will be all over me
The path exploding like a double shift into 5th
Loosely cannon-balling down the empty highway
Wreaking havoc upon the simple things
But only little longer
Nothing ever stays as it should with gas prices so high
