Little pieces of you, they **** me when I'm all alone.  The memories go rushing by in my head and all the questions of what might have been and all the "what if's" cut me down and I write bad poetry...
I lay there dying
A useless heap
I've lost my hands
I've lost my feet
I've lost my head
But still I weep.
Some friends call and ask if i want to meet up and go out, I say no I'm just going to stay in tonight.  And then I sit there all night... alone.

We send our children off to war
to make men and women of them
and too often

war

sends them back as ghost

both living and dead

Guns turn playgrounds into graveyards
and study halls into war zones
and classrooms into memories of living nightmares
and you say it's too soon to talk about
and lets not make this about politics
while you stuff the money from the guns you sold
into your pockets
and are quick to add you give
your thoughts and prayers
to the families of the victims
but your thoughts and prayers
won't bring back the dead
and their bodies are not yet buried
and already you have forgotten their names

Tell me again what god do you pray to?
Is it the god of death and greed?
Is it the god of bullets and blood?
Is it the god of GUNS! GUNS! GUNS!
How many dollar bills does it take
to wash the blood from your hands?
How much cash does it take
to stuff your mattress
for a guiltless night of sleep?

How many more lives lost?
How many more tears shed?
How many more hearts broken?
How many more families torn apart?
How many more bullets fired?
Before we stop praying
and speak out and stand up
and take part in real solutions

And spare me the rhetoric that guns don’t ****
And evil will do evil no matter the law or restrictions
Yes bad people will do bad things
one way or another
it’s true
But these are children killing children
Sick minds stealing the lives of innocence
At the ease of squeezing a trigger
A trigger so easy to reach
A trigger of a killing machine that
NONE of us need

And calm the **** down RAMBO
Because if you want to dream of some
Battle of glory
Where you single handedly save everyone
From a tyrannical government
trying to strip you off your rights to bear arms
When all you do is sit there on your couch
and let them strip you off far more important things
Let me tell you how thats going to end
Before you throw your life away
It’s not going to play out to your favor
The only Red Dawn your going to see
Is the dawn of your life’s horizon
Painted with your own blood

When is the time if not today?
If not now, then when?
A better tomorrow will NEVER get here
Unless we do something today
Until then guns will continue
to turn playgrounds into graveyards
and study halls into war zones
and classrooms into memories of living nightmares

Some tears have
their own heartbeats

their own pulse

and they stain our souls
with the beauty
that is only felt when touched
by the truth of eternal love

I shed those tears
every time I gaze up
at the infinite night sky
and hear every single star
sing your name

I hear you're lonely in a room
in a hotel with the broken pieces
of a heart and you’re not sure
what pieces are yours
and I have to wonder
if any of them are mine
because I was there
just the other night
feeling that way to
as I walked the streets all alone
and if I had stayed another night
would we have beaten fate
by sharing our desperation
under blue moon tears
and careless whispers of whiskey
stirring dead dreams and cold ice
and found comfort in a drunken haze
of naked lullabies
and hard kisses of soft sin
and forgotten what damage love can do
as we pass the night pretending
not to see the loneliness
reflected back from each other’s eyes

Be prepared to lose
When the odds are against you
One day you will win

There lies a consciousness to the soul
That most would ignore
But if you hear its call
I must implore
That you listen to it close
For it is the difference between
Complicity and slavery
Don't sell your mind
For pennies on the dime
Embrace the possibility
Of freeing yourself
From mental slavery
Don't allow your children
To fade into the masses
Of the simplicity
Of being *****
Stand strong and fight
Love and unity
Is our last hope
And its drowning
To greed
And fear
And hate
And profit
And it's still
A world of US
VS them
And we have them outnumbered
But we're still losing
But that doesn't mean
We should give up hope
It isn't a world yet
Where Dollars
Beats sense
It's not too late
As long as
We still have at least
You
You to make
A stand
The world as it
Is today
May not be worth
Fighting for
But should that mean
We just lie down
And give up
Tomorrow

...

So please...
Take a breath
Even if it is your last
And listen
To your souls consciousness
And fight for
What your
Heart
Knows is right
Even if we are
On the
Losing side

She drew out his desires
with the shape of her smile
and the colors of love
that she wore on her lips
and her voice was soft and sultry
and her dark sweet eyes
hypnotized and seduced his flesh in places
that made him blush
and he wanted to know the secrets
she kept between the letters of her name
as each syllable felt like a prayer
as they left his mouth
and he whisperd them again and again
until they became a mantra
to the goddess she was
beneath the curves of her skin
and he offered his heart
to sacrifice for her pleasures
and his life was hers to drain
and release and spill out
as he laid next to her
and lost in her
where he wanted to stay
and never be found

We are the children of madmen
     with voices
    louder than bombs
We are the dreamers of tomorrow
  with a love more
    blinding than hate
We are brother and sister of lunacy
   with kindness in our blood
     instead of prejudice
And we are here to make fear tremble
And we are here to end corruption
And we are here to protect
  the rights of all from those
    who seek to take equality away
From the poor and the hunger
  and the homeless and the lost
    and the innocent and the abused
     and our brothers and sisters
      and mothers and fathers of
        all colors and nations
         and of every orientation
We are here for the our
  endangered earth
    and oceans and seas
     and rivers and streams
      and mountains and soil
       and the dying close to extinction
        and for science and reason
We are here to pursue the right
  to the freedoms of happiness
   and creative expression
     and intellectual conversation
      and to love and be loved
       by any and all brave enough
        to have a gentle heart
         with an unfaltering beat
           and courageous pulse
Against the Ignorance of presidential pigs
  and politicians of swine
   and the whorish hogs of war
    and those that feed at the trough
     of profit from the death of innocence
And we are here today to take back
  our tomorrows and our lives
   and our bodies and our hearts
    and our will and our power
And we will roar with our voices
   with the light of love
    and words of kindness
      louder than your bombs

love...

write me a poem about love
and I will find the words
of the truth
for what is love
in its definition
its meaning
its weight
its volume
its giving
its losing
its finding
its breaking
its birth
its glory
its death

its flames rising from the ashes
its blood forever beating in our hearts
Its rhythm always dancing in our blood
its soul living in our bones

for what is love
if not the fate of
and ghost of
our footsteps
the past running
through the present
the present holding dearly
to the past
the memory of
the then and the now
all the joy we find
all the pain we endure

the blessing we taste
on our tongue
as we whisper
the last word of a prayer
the sin that clings to our lips
as we linger
in the sweet mouth of lust
the fire blazing beneath our flesh
as sweat soaks
the sheets of our beds

what is love but the longing
the searching
the journey
the sea
the sand
the waves
the mist
the shore
the map
the spot
the mark
the x
the chest
and the treasure singing within

what is love
but the absolute
the everything
the everything
we will find in the truth
as you write me
a poem about love

When falling starts to feel like floating
Thats when you're in too deep
Way over your head
When you've reached the bottom
  of the endless sea
The center of it all
The sweetest slice
The strongest spice
The truth of it all
The meaning of life
Love
Its endless
Its beautiful
Its dangerous
Its everything
And you're  at the bottom of its
  endless depths
And you're  over your head
And you're  all out of breath
And you're  lost in the middle
The mud and the ooze
And the lust of life
Love

love capable of creating
hate habitually destructive
we would rather
spill each other's blood
than find a way
to mend one another's wounds
and why?
when hate nourishes the mind
as well as cyanide
poisons the body
and love can tend the broken
of past and present
and bring warmth in days to come
why do we give into
the short quick fuse
of anger and hate when love
is always there
patient and waiting

My dreams pauesd for a midnight bite
And I found a dead body
Entangled in my arms
And a strange heart beat
Stuck in my throat
A fast bullet bleed from my soul
And the moon wasn't talking
And the stars weren't singing
And the smoking gun
Would only laugh
But refused to give the name
Of the hand that held
The trigger finger
I flashed my teeth
And bit this nightmare
By its kneck
And ****** out all its blood
And filth and venom
And chocked down the fear
Of knowing the face
Hiding in the dreams
Dancing in the death
And colors of those
Mad cruel eyes
Staring at me
From the bottom
Of the deep dark abyss
Of the frozen dream
And Iifeless body
Haunting the pulse
Of my arms
And I couldn't tell if
The smoke smelled
Of love or suicide
So all I could do
Was open a bottle of tears
And drown in a drop
And load the bullet
And **** the trigger
And ****** myself twice
And change the channel
And flip the switch
And **** it back to sleep
And ignore the moans
Of suicides luxury
And loves misery
It was just a dream
Riding the rails
Of a lost nightmare
On a train that was
Nothing more than
Ghosts and smoke
And whispers
And I slept through
Another forgotten attempt
At love and suicide

I will always be yours
Although you may never be mine
But that will not **** my heart
Or chase my soul away
Your heart is numb towards love
I know
Your have days of darkness and  biting doubts
Whispers of failure and loathing echo through your ears
You can walk through a warm pleasent day
Yet your every breath fills your lungs with ice
And everything you do hurts
You could look straight to the sun
And your eyes would still only see clouds of misery
Somedays you have your reasons
And somedays this lifeless blanket just wraps itself around you
Tightly like it is your skin and your soul
Somedays are worse than others
Somedays are not so bad
Some even good
And maybe it wouldn't be so bad
If you just knew what each day would bring
Sunny tuesdays
Horrible saturdays
A black storm appointed
Every third thursday...
If it was predictable
Maybe... maybe it would be easier to bare...
Probably not...
But maybe if there was a why...
A why to the darkness
A why to the bricks in your hands
A why to the wall going up more often than down
A why to the whispers
A why to your lungs filled with ache
A why to the numb
A why to you crawling back into this pit
A why to the again and again
A why to you hurting
A why to you hurting yourself
A why for your loss of lust for life
A why to your reflection not being as beautiful as you actually are
A why to the silence breaking over the beat of your heart
A why to the whys...
But the days are unknown as to what you will wake to find
And the nights are unknown of when the monsters will whisper
Or the demons will be hiding under your sheets
Or what seeds of doubts the devil has placed under your pillow
To rot your dreams and your hopes
From within your sleep
And the whys only echo more whys and whys
And even the days you wake up to a smile
Or fall into pleasant dreaming at night
Not knowing how long it will last is the shadow stitched to your feet
The nagging question of how long before it hurts to breath again
The anxiety and fear of a bad day looming
Only brings the clouds more quickly
You have lost sight of yourself
And its hard to see yourself as anything
Anyone would be inspired by
Anyone would treasure
Anyone would call beautiful
Anyone would love
So you listen to the whispers and the doubts and the whys
And you brace yourself for a bad day
Instead of enjoying the good one you woke up too
And no matter how many times you hear it
Or are shown that
You are treasured
And beautiful
And inspiring
And that you are loved
You still find yourself crawling into your pit and your darkness
I don't have a cure
I don't have the answers to the whys
Because there is not always an answer
And there is no cure
Treatments works to a point
Pills often **** as many if not more than they help
But the greys of the unknown
Are darker than what little light is understood
What I do have...
Is my hand
And my hope
And my love
Every time you crawl into that hole
I will crawl down with you
I will burn my heart and soul
To keep your lungs warm
I will always be here
In the dark
In the hurt
In the doubts
I will always be yours
My heart will not die or break
My soul will stay by you
No matter the weather tomorrow
Or next week
Or at the end of time
I will love you endlessly
And expect nothing in return
My only purpose need be
To show you your light
And your heart
And your soul
To reveal your true teflection
Your true beauty
To show you
You are inspiring
You are treasured
Your are beautiful
And you are
Loved

Love is the reason
And pain is the season
And time is always leaving
And even in poems
Leaves can't stay golden
But in the eyes of cats
If you belive in that
Time is eternal
And pain is the reason
Love  is always in season

The crumbling of paper
The burning of ink
The breaking of hearts

Tear tear tear
That love letter apart

Silence is golden
No word
And no prayer

Tear tear tear
That love letter apart

Don't say it again
And again and again
Its going to wear thin
Don't let them see
The tears on your chin

Tear tear tear
That love letter apart
Before it begins

...

But my hands won't listen
And my heart doesn't mind the breaking
And my soul likes writing
With burning ink best
This love won't crumble
This paper can't tear
I can't stop dreaming
Of what I'm feeling
Every time I put
Pen to paper
To write
That love letter
That no hand or fate
Could
Tear tear tear
Apart
And I just have to say it
From the highest mountain
And deepest seas
From above the clouds
And off the wings of birds
From the songs of heaven
And the seductions of hell
I have to say it again and again
Because its the only
Truth that I have
And truth that I know
I'll say it with my last
Dying breath
And say it again
From my ghostly dust
I'll say it forever
And forevermore

...

*I Love You

Love letters and suicide notes
Torn out page
Scrap of life
No one stopping
To read the last lines
Forgotten envelopes
Lost life post
Another dead heart
Another souls ghost
Everyone dying
To find themselves a home
After writing their
Letters and notes
Just so they
Could feel less alone

Life is the reason
That we must ask the questions
Love is the answer

Be fooled not by shame
Lust is not always a sin
When brought on by love

Death dances with a beautiful soul tonight
And though my face is streaked with tears of mourning
My heart will celebrate all the Lovely Things you taught me
And the life and love you gave me
When death bows and thanks you for the dance
The Lovely things will lift you high in the ever after
And make you queen of all the Lovely Things

I'll miss you mom...

If you're going to love someone, love them completely and madly and give them the entirety of your heart and fill that heart with the true song of love and sew wings on its back and let your love soar freely and bravely and let it block out the sun and  comfort the aches of the moon  and let its every beat lay down a brick to build a road that will out last time itself
Do all of this and more
Otherwise all your "I Love You" 's are nothing more than an empty breath and a shallow action, the poor reading of a fairy tale full of more woe than wonder, more faries of ill intent than dragons of light and hope,  a story destined to end in sobs  and heartache  and tragedy

Music is the heart
Of the universal beat
When we all feel love

Love sick
Mad mad
Sickening love
I  wake up
In the middle of
The night feeling
So ****** good
Everything hurts
And aches
And the pain
Is pulsating through
My entire body
Making everything
Hard
Hard to breath
Hard to think
Hard to just lay there
And life is sweating
And seeping
From the dark chasms
Of my soul
And every demon
And devil and monster
Screaming and howling
From the bottom
Of my depths
Chanting
Your name
Over and
Over agian
And my heart
Repeating
The same song
The same syllables
Your name
Again and
Again
And I'm helpless
Against the
Madness and illness
Of this infection
Of dreams and hopes
And fears and exhilaration
Just laying there
Strangled by the
Sheets and blankets
And wishes of
Your alluring scent
Haunted by fingers
That have yet
To be interlocked with mine
My mouth dry and parched
Longing for that sweet
Bite of eternity
Waiting on your lips
My neck eager to
Feel your teeth
Break its skin
Letting forevers blood flow free
My heart full
But taking in more still
Growing larger
The seams splitting
But refusing to break
Carving my insides out
To make more space
For this
Mad mad sickening
Love
And I twist and turn
And writhe and toss
In the middle of the night
And my mouth
Whispering
The chant  
And the song
Every syllable sweetly
Passing from my depths
Past my heart
And through my throat
And falling from my lips
Onto my empty pillow
Your name
In my every thought
My  every
Breath
Pushing
This pain
And ach
And infection
And illness
And madness
Through my blood
And heart
And soul with
This love sick
Mad mad
Sickening love

I once thought love was the most
Beautiful thing you could find in this life... the one and only truth of a live well lived.... What greater thing could exist than love, be it in the air or dancing in the clouds or pulsing through our blood or lighting our souls or dreaming in our hearts or patiently waiting on our dry lips for that everlasting first kiss that holds you in eternities embrace... sweet mad sickening crazy love... nothing more beautiful for us to find or treasure or inspire from... nothing to compare love to... Not even god or the devil more elegant, both born and created from tiny droplets of love, both in awe and wonder and envy of its natural truth and vibrance... Love, the only universal truth to the question of life...

But I was wrong...
My dreams of love unhinged
By heart unstitched
My soul dismembered
All the pieces of me floating through time and space
And heaven and earth and hell
To this new truth that I have found
Gazing upon love as it sees itself
Reflecting back from every shooting star and blue moon and silent lake and singing stream and endless sea and silver mountain and magic mirror...
There on the other side of the mirror
The reflection of love
The image looking back at love
From every mirror and mountain and sea and stream and lake and moon and star...

You
And you are not loves reflection
No...

Love reflects from you
Nothing more beautiful than you
Madness born and worlds colide
And devils and gods filled with envy
And everything beautiful
Is only beautiful as it is reflected
From you
Every flower and evey petal
Every tree and every leaf
Every wind and every breeze
Every star and every moon
Every cloud and every dream
Every saint and every sinner
Every touch and every kiss
Every fleeting moment and ever eternity
Beautiful because of you
And nothing more beautiful
To do in life
Than fall and be fallen
Into sweet mad sickening crazy love
With you

Sweet snow red lips
The smell of heaven sweet
Lingers in the air
Like butterflies frozen
To the eternal night song
Of the moon
And something more of
Sinful scent
Came wavering up from
The devil swaying
In her hips
Entranced by lust
Hypnotized by love
Lost to the gaze
Bellow her eyelashes
That reached and danced
With every star in the sky
Heaven bound promises
Filled the time between her arms
Hells flame pulling me
To kiss and part
The soft sin of her
Place of birth and pleasure
Inhaling deep
My mouths eagerness
Could not be measured
As my tounge pressed
And scrawled out
The alphabet of desires treasure
Arms and legs
Knot and twist
As wickedness of pure delight
Arched back and heaved chest
Time stood still
But hips did not
As Medusa turned men to rigid rock
With a simple stare
Trapped between
Her writhing thighs
My pulsing flesh turned to stone
Volcanic heat from friction rised
And gasps of breath
And gently moans
As heavy waves
Of vice pound and crash
As flesh of two
Merged two hearts to one
And beating
In synchronicity
And decadence
To the bliss
Of forgotten gods
I gave up
All the life
From inside of me
And whispered
Every word
Of forbidden lust
And loves
Temptation

In this mad mad world I was lucky enough to fall in love
Love gives the hand a reason to pick up a pen
Love gives the lungs a reason to breath
Love gives the heart a reason to beat
Love gives the lips a reason to dream
Even if only in a dream I was lucky enough to fall in love

In my dreams I am still holding
Your picture
Unable to break away
Even in sleep
Still falling
Still fallen
Mad
Madly
Lunatic love
For you
As my eyes peel open
To a new day
A new day
A tomorrow
Spilling from the
Touch of your voice
Your spirit
Your heart
Your darkness
Your doubts
Your demons
Your hope
Your dreams
Your everything
My reflection eagerly waiting
To greet me
To show me
How beautiful
You have made my life
With each passing moment
Giving me more
And more
Mad
Madly
Lunatic love
Tears
Happy tears
Raining over my soul
Washing away the emptiness
And darkness
And yesterdays away
You are the song
You are the blood
You are the pounding
Of my heart
My heart pounding
So hard it feels
Ready to explode
Into a million tiny fragments
Only to then grow into
A million more hearts
All singing
All dreaming
All pounding
Their
Mad
Madly
Lunatic love
For you
My heart
My reflection
My hopes
My dreams
All throughout the day
All throughout the night
While sleeping and awake
They are all shouting
And whispering
And mumbling
And howling
To the moon
Of how
Mad
Madly
Lunatic love
I am in
LOVE
With you

She smelled of earthly verse
and soft scented lust of poetry
and her name burned
in the forest of the tiger
where pleasure was forged
from sins desire
and sewn into petals
made of flesh in shape of flower
and what god or man would dare
to venture and give prayer
to offer their heart to sacrifice
for the blessing
of the kingdom and universe
she keeps hidden
beneath her *******
where love is found
in the scent of her earthly verse
and lust for poetry

Crazy thoughts
Mad dreams
Have I lost
My mind
Is my heart
Just a fool
How can
These feelings
Come so
Quick
Dreaming
Daily
Nightly
Can't stop
Just smile
I've gone mad
It has to be
No sane mans
Heart
Could feel
Such joy
And joy
Has infected
All of
My being
Trembling
And terrified
Such pleasure
Can't be
True
But my
Heart
Won't stop
Singing
Your name
It shouts
And shouts
Begging me
To let
It fly
To you
I have
No choice
And set
It free
Off it
Goes
Across
The sea
And warmly
I fall
Into
Crazy thoughts
Mad dreams

Harmonicas and accordions
And voices pushing stories  of broken love and life
Through necks filled with the smoke of three lifetimes worth of cigarettes and cigars
Cheap whiskey and piano blues
I want to live in the words of Dylan
And the images of Waits
Its starting to feel its only in that world
That I will ever get to hold you in my arms
That I will hold your hands
And never let go
That I will waltz
The steps of eternity
With you step by step
Lost between the pages of Bukowski
Loving each other on the  roads of Kerouac
Thats the world I want
I need
To be this kinda happy
Profound beautiful happy
That only mad lovers on the page truely know
Where it snows slowly every day
But its always warm ... cozy
The kinda mad crazy magic
I found in your eyes
Your voice
Your word
Haunt me beneath the floors of Poe
**** me on the stage of Shakespeare
I was dead in love
Before you spoke that last syllable
Of that first line
I didn't know what I was doing
But the devil must have been there sitting next to me
I can't remember doing it
But I signed the contract
My soul sold to love you
To be pressed between the poems and flowers
Baudelaire wrote about so tragically and elegant
To be but a single letter of love as written by Neruda
You were never going to love me
The way I had fallen to love and death for you
Such beautiful pain
Shining through the darkest
Corners of life and love
You felt weak in your strongest hours
Cried and grieved with
A heart too beautful and too kind
For this cold cruel world
You were never weak though
That was the doubts
And the demons
And the monsters
Whispering their lies
Trying to break you
Trying to shadow and ****
Your light
They will never give up
You frighten them
Scare them
Don't belive them
Don't give in or up
You cried in darkness
And you remained strong
Even when it hurt to breath
Bloomed into a new day
A fresh flower
Pushing through the soil
New, fragile, scared
And you braved it
Survived it
Day after day
Death after death
Coming back
More beautiful each time
Your light
Your light is pure
And kind
And generous with the beams
And the warmth of love
That kinda love only found on the pages of mad lovers
A love only found
In your heart
Your eyes
Your voice
Your word
You don't have to love me
Not the way I love you
Not at all
I will always still love you
Always hold your hand
Be there by your side
In the warmth of your light
In the dark cold of your doubts
No matter the heartache and pain
You can break my heart
Again and again
I won't go anywhere  
I'll be there with you always
I'll whisper your truth
When the devil and demons
Scream their lies
I'll warm you with my soul
When they block out your light
With clouds and doubts
My heart will always
Belong to your hands
Your touch
Your eyes
Your voice
Your word
I never knew I needed saving
Until you saved me
Brought my heart
Back to life
I never realized that it was
Just its echo and ghost
Haunting my empty chest
I didn't know I was dead
Until you made me feel alive
Made me feel love
That kinda love only found on the pages of mad lovers
Press me between the pages of Neruda and Baudelaire
****** and haunt my heart with Poe and Shakespeare
Send me down the long roads of Kerouac and Bukowski
Give me to the words of Waits and Dylan
And keep me on a shelf by your side
Take me down whenever you need me
I'll be there always
To whisper your truths
To hold you in the dark hours
And to love you
The way only a mad lover on the page can

I can't lie... I've been in love before,
Mad insane love.  A few times, heartbreaking sickening love... but never like this.  Never so deeply rooted and connected to it.
Harpooned and anchored to the shores and seas of this love.  Never before so lost and found, never so much beauty... never so much love.  Its never felt so right, never made so much sense... Never terrified or frightened me more.  It burns me slowly and quickly from the bottom of my heart and throughout my whole soul and being.  Its never felt like this... this good, this great... this...this incredible.  Its feels like I'm hard all over, from my deep within my *****  to the ends of my fingers and my soul and heart and mind... All ready to erupt and explode at just the thought of her name.  I'm happy... A new happy I've never known before... Its mad and crazy and insane and unexplainable... never before have I felt it quite like this.  This mad mad lunatic crazy love... I won't leave, I'll die here and come straight back in the next life.  Time and time again, this love will still be laughing and crying and sighing and smiling long after the hands of time and sand of fate have broken and faded away.  And I'll be right here with it... just waiting for you to join me.

Madness is a lot like love, it's  orgin and depth often affect wether it ends on the pages of a tragedy or a beautiful ever after.  I've always had to read it through to the end regardless of where it might take me.  I find more comfort in dancing with monsters than living a life where one has to hide their demons just to get through the day.  
And like love as well, it can be good or bad depending on whose hands it's left to.  It takes a heart of great strength and delicacy to handle the fires and beauty and pain  born from madness.  Spilled, mishandled or broken... madness can do great harm to the pages of any story that its words are printed upon.  
Read well, dance freely, embrace tragedy, and page after page may madness be part of the beautiful  ever after.

Stand against the madness before its too late
Embrace all your madness before it can escape
That's not to say the madness is the cure or
  the disease
Now take a moment, take a breath, and take a
  look around
Can't you see it?  Can't you feel it?  That rumbling
  in the ground
The earth is dying and the smoking gun is gripped
  tightly in our fist!
Our children are being murdered and the ******
  knife is sitting in our sink!
Crocodile tears streaming down our face cry
  for vengeance
Silver tongued beggars shake tin cups and plea
  for retribution
But all we really every do is nod our heads like
  puppets
Staring blindly at the flat screen filled with a
  million colors and a billion lies
Our L.E.D. master says "Feed Me,  See More"
  and we reply "tell me what to buy"
So stand against the madness
Become the monster and stomp and dance
Don't let your innocence die away
Turn off your TV , the computer and all of
  your electrical devices
Open your windows and your doors and
  step outside...
Now take a moment, take a breath, and
  take a look around!
Madness vs. Madness!
We can't let them win!

Her name was Mad Violin
We had met at a bar
Where I was half past midnight at drunk
And she had spilt smoke
And smoked whisky
And I remember her talking
About suicide and music
And writing and art
I was halfway through a strange dream
And she was completely undressed
And we were ******* our way
Through the nightmares
Of hope and illusion
She stood there watching
Our bodies tangle and sweat
As she played the violin
And strangled the life out of me with its strings
I woke up stiff and hungover
In an empty bed
The dream still clawing at my back
Her ghost still playing
That ****** violin
It was in all the papers
And on the all the news
Another death
Another suicude
Another note with a name
And a goodbye
I didn't have to read
Or listen or watch
I already knew
Mad Violin
Wouldn't be playing again
She was gone

Gone...
  Gone...
              gone...

I wiped off a tear
Before it crawled out onto my face
And choked back a sob
And pretended to laugh
She got out of the lie
Out from under the strings
Burned her name and violin and stage
And set the whole world ablaze
No one noticed her before
But now everyone claimed
To know her name
And I couldn't actually remember
So I just called her Mad Violin