Before too long,
Youth learns vanity
And learns to belong
In shallow capacity

This house is not my home
Nor the fields I roam
I would dream happily
Of blissful Honolee

If I hadn't given up
Childhood's sweetened cup
The animal's beginning
Traded pounds and shilling

This is rugged life
Human in our strifes
Reject the plated divinity
Reach for skin's brevity

An overture in ink
Composed on silver sinks
Marvel at the child
Who leaves their parent's guild

Lest we all be built
Of aging blood and bills

I love it when the sun is yellow
And over a crescent hill
It doesn’t hurt much, you see
It has no eyes to fill

But my driver cannot stand it
On this part of the highway
She says she cannot see
She rejects the light of day

But the sun smiles so wildly
And the roads are so hostile
That I could never stand to be
Something sullen and senile

Drive with your head open
Burn love into your eyes
Drive with your head open
And let the day suffice

I’d hate to die on beaten grass because of the glare
And make the news on Marda Pass, breeding despair

Grab the child of the forlorn place
Liberation paints their heads
The gun is held as the bible mace
Freedom lives in lead

Father watches Capetown port
Batons whip their tattered cross
Yellow tags on scarred cohorts
Happy children, born of loss

Kings feast on country plates
Satiated, complacent
Place the stone on people’s fate
And bless the nation nascent

I simply don't believe, and I will not obtain anything from nothingness!

Oh, don't be like the fools you decry with ardor!

I believe I am true to myself.

You lie with illusions, feast on your own brain.

Feeding my beliefs in admittedly macabre manners.

Have you lost your sextant, sailor? Where is the lighthouse of your mind? Who has locked your benevolent gate?

I've fallen so badly
In the loveliest way
She is youth and hope
Peace incarnate

She will lead me astray
To the strangest of lands
I climb up her rope
To life's golden sands

Should I give myself fully
She would do me no harm
She lifts the whole sky
No earthly alarms

To the void's long keep
We'll breathe with the angels
In softened sighs
To the top of old Babel

Amidst harrowing storms
Jagged, veiny towers
The zenith of brevity
The brassen bellows

On top of this sap-laden tree
Where the stars finally contort
And intercept the grass itself
We will rest in a cedarn cove

One more knock to the head and it’s over
One less dreadfully said and I bend over
Say it loud from this sundry town
And I’ll keel, sober

One less lesion to bed and I’m healthy
One more lesson in lead for my safety
Say it loud in your sundry gown
Dare to take me

On the end of the road is a playground
We’ll be safe and not make a sound
Can we swing until we’re found?
No one’s around in the canopy
Envelop me

I’ll write as if life is shy
I’ll mime as if it has something to hide
I’ve a deal with the sky
Which made my hand temporary
In our canopy