The anchiant tree bid farewell to its entity
It's chartreuse leaves fell swiftly to the ground
Its roots still holding the corpse earthbound
The exhausted landmark left our reality
And forgot it's dying identity
It did not leave any fruit to be found
It seemed almost no life was life around
The old tree left into eternity
Though there did seem to be something left
The tree, like a pheonix, left a new soul
The young life would make many hearts whole
It would grow to be crowned as the new king
And give the people a new place to sing
And it's years of wisdom would show in rings.

Reality is pretty funny
Between the strains and pains
And hunger pangs
And people who think bangs still look good
When they never did
Not even in the eighties

I've just been looking for happiness
And I found it in the most unlikeliest of places
A morbid place of loss and sorrow
Called Burger King
I bought some onion rings
And they were crispy enough!!!!!

Still I lose
Still I hold onto
What I never held in the first place
And I lose my faith
And I lose my hope
But I still find a place for humor

I still laugh

And I'm the king
Who you want to be
I'll have empty hands and empty pockets
But everything is mine

So grab those onion rings
With both hands
And let the crispness guide you

See it,
          seize it
Deal
With the consequences
Later.  

Right Now
For happiness

Why wait until tomorrow?

God is on the pavement
It's a chalk outline that is drawn
Around the city
And from every corner of my mind
The jaws of hell are closing in

And I cannot help but wonder
As I wander
As my feet created in an image
I never could attain
Carry me from station to station

God is love
And where has all the love gone?
It was replaced by parking lots
Strip malls and strip mines
God is in the nature
Man destroys

I am on the pavement
Bleeding out
Just like god did before me
Sometimes you have to admit
The battles lost

Let the war still rage on

I speak a dead language to a shadow
Spreading a disease like honor among thieves
I use my hands to open doors
Disguised as another man that's out of reach
I'm out of time to read the stars

My sister
I don't ask for understanding
Only this

That you would hear my song

I'm digging up fossils that time forgot
Like the leader of a band of rogues
Searching for answers buried in the past
And should be left alone
Picking at a wound so it can never heal

My sister
There are spirits on my side
That only want

That you would hear my song

We will pirouette
On browned grass, until it turns
Into faery rings.

You don't need makeup
Stop buying so much
It's become your crutch
It's not a good sight to see
It may seem appealing to the eye but not to my heart
I don't want you to fall apart
Just because you have nothing on
All Natural should be most of the time
I need you to be comfortable in your skin
Because there's something about messy over the seemingly perfect that pulls me in
Light rings under the eyes
The eye color regularly looking at me
That's beauty to me

I have three rings
Sterling silver they are

I want another
But that's very far