Pronounced expressions of fealty
To uncompromising truth and civility
Marching so the world hears their piece
A revolutionary army splitting atoms for peace

The sum of all your fears
the closest to your heart left in tears
It’s a ticking bomb counting out the time
Never give way to the final line.

I keep talking to myself
muttering till I fall asleep
unintelligible to the wealth
of secrets in words I’m forced to keep

It’s sounding like an end
do it with no ounce of regret
you can close your eyes and depend
on this memory to get you wet

Emote in praise for the end of the world
and we commercialise our dead
with a new slogan: ‘Un-fuck the world’
haven’t you heard?

I wish you could understand
this terrible beauty of a game
it’s something unrequited and grand
would it ever grow tame

an invitation from the lacking to the drunk
a preacher raves in his asylum room
Ra’s Atet in hiding, today he lacks spunk
a pagan woodworker’s body rotting in it’s tomb

The story of the world
and casualties of war
the horrors of man
and promise of gods

a country’s dreams of peace
their earth fertilised with blood
the cries of a child
who wishes and comforts the mothers

its a mass coronary ejection
adrastea doesn’t forget it’s path
a few bodies drift on and on
the little blue marble wobbles

its a conscientious epilogue
but what did we learn from it all
a species waking up into discipline
but maybe, just maybe, after another one night stand

I drowned in the infinitude of that promised place
where we abandoned dreams and took flight apart
I’ve traveled beyond time and unconfined space
but nothing yet warms my heart, quite like your face

There’s words I think have been too often abused
but maybe I lacked critical depth and my analysis was wrong
In this winners game, some of us losers fear to be used
so we suffer our love too long, as in the heart it’s suffused

If I could speak magic words, to give you a miracle
call the powers of heaven to bring love into your town
take away the hate and make your demons to go invisible
could I see you in a wedding gown, and build something invincible?

What I would sacrifice to see you smile
Laying myself empty and bare for your use
when will I ever be free from this trap of a wile
would real love recoil from such an abuse

I gave my due, thinking myself wise
I made you Caesar / god, and to my great surprise
my virtues become vice, seeking recompense
I worshipped on an altar, without forbearance

I don’t even want to know what would have been
maybe it’s just me going mad as I watch you grow sad
I have harkened to truths whispered and unseen
the words I beckoned to life were to be seeds for the glad

It’s under control now, if you wish to know
so the world departs from us — even as you beguile
a forest to bloom under my control — and your glow
Its immeasurable magnitude, and the glimpse of your smile

Love and life, says my spellbound blue jay
Don’t take mine, says my prater mundane crow
Hold unto yours, teach it to play(pray)
Love your life and take(let) it slow(grow)

A reconciliation between heaven and earth
the storm clouds gather, break open, then disperse
a mother smiles for the child she would soon birth
cold wind blushes her cheek, she dons a warm dress

Winds howl songs to those who can hear
animals run around the garden as food is scattered
a master in his home has no fear
the melody slowly from her bedchambers he gathered

Both bodies feel a crises for the ages
the cord is severed and one is two
cries and smiles, bathhouse to bathhouse, say the sages
cries and smiles, crises and smiles, who is who

Breathe; feel and see,
these waves carry your body
enveloping until the will to be
dissolves like you’re every nobody

It remedies ails of the soul
make it religion, be the new convert
we seek what would make a whole
through methods open or covert

The truth, a slave, carries heavy chains
and walks alone in spite that all is it’s own
it’s willing to shoulder gruesome pains
for which you and I must someday atone

Breathe; make and power magic
I can hear the universe laughing at the show
find yourself beyond tragedy and the comedic
if you read the end of the script you would know

To live amongst the living
cursed in the forward for after
a struggle for meaning
in a hall of deafening chatter

To sing with reckless abandon
versus glossolalia practised to precision
nothing may truly grace the phantom
one or none is the soul’s aged mission

To weep into hands unclean
for the joy of new love unhatched
may seem unsightly to who has seen
the horrors of its bonds unlatched

To watch your child dance
water gushing from a burst garden pipe
the quiet whisper to give humility a chance
even if it’ll never live up to it’s hype

To dream of a time of peace unbound
freedom, its virtues expressed and vices tame
and it’s midwife, a call for holy war
demons and angels usher to watch a horrific game