child again

yes, yes, yes
you are a child again
bows & arrows make you then
remember that time
in the forest near the creek
you spoke
to me

mistakes unmade are the fate of the dying

auspicious visions of knots and ribbons show purity how to evade the lying. had you watched the news you would know that life itself is undying. there is a child alone in the desert that dies while sleeping. hoards of tapes and icons shelve dust and reeking. guitar picks another chord of the same old meaning. rain percusses on roofs of tin-man houses. sallow painted whores sing ballads of forlorn louses. there is a man somewhere that hides in grottoes. he shows himself twice at night nude on horses. the moon is full and a lone howl remorses. mistakes unmade fade with shadows from torches. 

meanwhile in 2008...

"i know what you mean, its just like, you want to shake them and say "why don't you see what i see?""

i don't even know you i can hardly shake you.

there is no art

without pain

a sad wind

a sad wind passes through the air. it twirls around me and lifts my hair. everyone stops and turns around. they all blink and stare. motionless. the wind howling behind in the distance. getting nearer. showing no fear. and they all stand there blinking. their mouths are open and their eyes are dry. blinking blinking. standing impossibly still. barely breathing. and the wind is howling louder. approaching nearer. i stand there looking back at them. my hands are bleeding my eyes are crying. i think i am dying. i scream out the end is near. god is coming. the wind howls louder and their hair stands still. impossibly motionless. they stare deep into my eyes, reaching down into my soul. what have you done they ask why are you here. the wind howls out one last hideous cry. and like that in a whisper they all disappear.

trouble is a lonesome town

when you come from trouble you are trouble then you get out of trouble. no one can tell you what to do no one is your mother. you are your mother you tell yourself what to do. you look your own way you look through the haze. there are no answers there are no winners. there are only mirrors. you feel the walls you feel the gods. you are trapped in your skin you are trapped in the straights. washing river wishing waits. you ask for redemption you pray for your karma. you ask for your jesus to help you. knocking at the billowy gates. he never comes he never answers. he leaves you waiting wondering. thinking help me lord get out of this trouble. hold my hand show me the way.

murder mystery

sliced cat throat lay in box oz greyface mix big cat come crazy eat food murdered on the loose, so many stairs, tall castle overlooks water, fairy-tale thick cerulean, swimming freely, floating, jumping without fear, running back and forth, hiding, wishing, my father is here