Have I imagined you all along? You were there but you weren't there your words and my words mixed within the currents your heart and my heart I'd like to uncover the mysterious messages that made me reappear your eyes my eyes begin to fear
But a dream is just a dream if only one person dreams the dreams to be real And an ache is just an ache if only one person has wounds to heal
Did I imagine you dear? between the lines I thought were so clear
Have I evaded this reality and summoned you here? I couldn't have dreamt you for it was all too real
The mind such a deceiving playground Through the looking glass awaits an eternity to be revealed
I thought your eyes were my eyes my heart was your heart your words were my words and I was ****** into the abyss
Pulling out the nightlights shutting in the daylight as the sun melts into my mind
I look into your eyes, what light up like dimonds in the light, your hair shimmers in the moon-light, your body glissons as i touch your delacute skin, your lips tease me as i kiss against them, my heart crumbles as you leave me
In any mirrored face the homeless sees nothing shuffling from his favorite stores At night they feel their wild canine teeth
Words surfacing uncollected in fragments and scratches besde underdeveloped manors in the city's growing mold and buildings separated by dust like a ream of books on the trail to the open west
Noise clock, sharp chiming and unbearable soot blackness of perpetual rain pulsing faintly in a palsied flow of the oppressive heats and sounds
My sister is a forgotten composer of rebellion given only the courage to think her words will merely be a droning cello's moans and preludes unsettled and old
Without authority someone might hear her centuries too late when few will give her a wait or wax cylinder of words no better than it's tremorless indentations unseen by the eyes and ears
The days of crystalized quartz and effeminate handshakes and kisses vacant gestures and the beautiful view of the destitue on a warm spring morning in the park
Two children in a dense wood Lifting her hand he notices tender eyes Glowing she reaches for him and puts a delicate flower on his lips stroking his soft hair
He smiles having caught her attention he catches the light in her eyes and lives one thousand lives separated by seconds of bliss he takes a thousand breaths and when he returns to this life he sees her warm breath escape her lips and moving up he seizes it in his hands to feel her soul rubbing through his fingers And in the mirror of a pond He sees himself and slowly becomes her and in the pallid moonlight he cannot tell where his reflection begins and where hers ends
The power never satisfies The hunger in it's eyes Bearing sharpened teeth Preying on the weak Portrays itself as free With the powers that be When there is nothing else It will pounce upon itself
FEED THE LION
With it's mighty paws Disregarding natures laws Purring like a kitten The innocent are smitten The Big Cat plays by jungle rules Other rules are for utter fools Predators are all the same In how they play the game
THE MIGHTY LION
A King that once ran free But that was not meant to be Pulled down by it's own greed Brought to it's very knees A tumor no man could see Inside out is how it bleeds Now that the Lion feels the need It's to late to set it free
My life it is so busy these days I need to save time where I can So to shave off a few minutes here and there I've come up with a master plan
Astronaut underwear That's just a given How much time that's going to save I need not even mention
I'm going to wear my glasses below my nose That way my nose for itself can see Whether it needs picking or not That's going to save my finger and me a lot of grief
Soap on a rope will go around my neck I'll bathe in sinks as I get ripe To save on minutes and energy I'll do one pit at a time
I'll pull out my agua blue polyester leisure suit That I've saved from the 70's I'll wear it all the time, even to bed at night Those suckers stay wrinkle free
My toothbrush I'll paste up and place in my mouth When I hop into bed for a good nights sleep In the morning I'll be all freshened and brushed From a night of grinding my teeth
I even got the brilliant idea One night while watching my dog A device on his rear so he can mop While he scratches his **** across the floor
These are just a few good ideas I'm sure I'll think of more Once I have all this spare time Sitting around bored outta my gourd