I do not wish for a kiss
I do not wish for that bliss
I just want a normal nights sleep
Reap the quiet so I might
Covid has us stresses beyond the scope
And Donald needs walk the rope
We never thought we would be on this slope
can I cope
I cant cope
Resort to reaping my sleep
Sowing nothing in the deep
Creep creep creeks
You’re my oxygen, one breath of you, I was hooked for life
You’re my love friend, one kiss of you, I was tired my wife
It’s our love again, it lasts and lasts, even at the darkest night
Be careful with me, I’m a gentle precious miss who’s bright
Oxygen, breathe in
Life, heave in
We, can be in
Love
Joined at the hip
Kiss the lips
Lasts the length of the oxygen
Rampant brush jungle
Reminds me of Durundal
Cat named Stella stumbles
Backyards jungle, a metaphor
Creatures fluff is a semaphor
Jumping over bundles
Somewhere in the heavens,
They are waiting
Rumble, rumble, rumble
Bloom young one / a breach of the day
Stroke a short bloom / lieutenant of a day
Weeping symbol justice / growing yeast feeds
1. Clock
In my mouth
the bit is
Block the pain
From whips and pins
As it rides me
Rides me to win
2. South
——
Clock men, all on our backs
Tick tock
None of us win
They all, get the Champaign
We get scars, and a carrot if we win
——
3. Bull
All to the bull god
The mighty horn and throb
A line to go up for no real reason
We’re dead even though we’re living
——
4. Straw
How can the clouds save us?
Sounds like a lie to placate us
Subdued in a short mess
Mother tells us eat our cress
—-
Feeding
Feeding the clock
Pushing the gears and stock
For one more goddam hour
Never get no time to rock
We are just feeding
Feeding the clock
Jump up to the height
Move all the frightening things
Then the deck chairs fall
Down and all abhors
Crush upwards to the sky
All for that bull gods mize
Little bits of grass just in reach
Life beats inside my head
Love flows from all the places
Let’s stay like this
Away from all the other things
Awe at how soft you are
Answer to my questions
And I can’t be away from you
Down the path of a maze of fasts, grows the mast of a tree I have never before seen. I may hath fauna and free, upping my great hunger for I saw upon a mushroom thee a fae of new life.
Bright blessings to you, my great friend. I shall call thee? Whom?
My breath did think for a second, for I knew that not giving my true name would be a great idea, for a fae asking it is almost knowing it, and having it will give it a power upon me that no other hath posses. So I had an idea, to give a falsehood, a trick name for a tricksy creature. A fae shouldn’t be given your real name, no matter the cost, for the cost of giving it would be greater even still.
My name is the night sky above us, a star that shines the darkest yet can be seen by all. My reply seemed to satisfy the fae.
Ah. You are well versed in the law of the fae. I am glad that you did come this way. For I have need of your labour.
Again, I knew that I could not agree totally to what the fae wished. Behold for it still could ask me to count the atoms in a tree and I would be cursed to do so until I finished such a task even if I died beforehand. So I said,
“I shall only agree if you do half the work, and my reward is a measure of riches beyond the king of the ocean.”
And this the Fae did smile at me and qouthed It is done, so it shall upon completion of the task for which I will do half.
The fae did then tell me the task, was in fact to steal the Treasury of said king of the ocean. I was flummoxed at such a task, for it was the king of the ocean whom was but a fae himself.
”A rather ambitious proposal, methinks you hath a plan of great theft to accomplish it?” I changed my stance, upon the rock of which I was standing.
Indeed. The fae’s eyes said and we passed into the realm of the fae. A many tales can be told of the realm, ones of forests, castles, caves, dark and light in play beyond imaginings of newly formed ideologies. A place of both life, magic, death, and the astral play amongst all. A place of nothing but the most strange, but also strangely normal, of birds flying backwards, flowers pollinating bees, words writing people, and a rainbow that connects all together like a path that has no beginning or end.
Hiding from the other, my spines are protecting me
But also keeping me from, the joys of the outside
Doors shut, but I want to see your face, I want to feel your touch
We can’t do that though, their is no place to be us that’s not inside our own spines
Whine and whine all the time
We can’t sit, anymore
hurt each other we aren’t loving anymore
It’s not fine
It’s not fine
Its just time
Look across the expanse
Beyond the mist and fog
You can only just see the other side
We curse our circumstance
Only wishes to flog
We have all been taken for a ride
By the man who holds the gun
Who tricked us, made to dance
By his illegitimate horrible garish hide
As he watches us silently die, I shall know he will not find
A heavenly spirit or hellish iffirit
Greater than the combined will we shall hate him with
Trilogy of course a song at a pause, a tinkle in the sky due
Arrange all that arrangements within the arrearage that Providence was supplemented
A chicken in my pocket, a trinket in my socket, a heart in my song, along along
Spider and besides her hair, a beak of the finest pear, my gods it is a simple wrote
Why the goat?
Why the goat?
Tore at the towers gate, a distance from the salty lake that sits upon the midnight haste’s a moon above and beyond its gate
Dark castle waits with a vampires touch, a sociologist at heart he wants to study, the way in which the bite does flurry, flurry in the hearts of men
A dock full of rockets, a paladin and a robber, sit uneasy in truce to catch the brute, whom wilt above the town
And all the while the fool does sing, songs of pockets, chicken and men, a happily known life of Blissfull ignorance of the terror that awaits them…
Killer blancmange wining the tennis
Dragons the janty haircut scales as all
Jump a lungs prong oblong hand
Wedding fish trail on the mailing route
Balloons blasting the allegations of mastication. What can’t a balloon be? The contrast of the assumed investigation gives you a headache.
Give out more parliaments of birds, as they yell sir, yes sir. All of it is just a horrid blur.
Getting all the dreams
Corona and work by Microsoft Teams
I can’t get my coffee and cream
Washing my hands, and singing my prayers
Watching the screen, getting glare to spare
I’m watching a live stream of O’hare
Oh I’m lonely
distance socially
Coronavirus blues
Missing all the social cues
Nightmare fueled by the midnight news
Shutting the stores down, chewing on noodle cores
I’m just trying to do what I can and not be sore
Lichen growing on a tree nearby the pavement that makes up this place of waiting
Bus stop for the place you wait for a bus to come and consume you
When it’s done digesting, it spits you out and has moved you
How many people are needed to feed this huge beast every day?
Is it possible that one day it will become so hungry that the whole world in on one bus?
Maybe that’s what will be called the crush
I have a few friends on this bus, people I see only on my bus
It’s one of many
Like me they are consumed, digested moved, it’s a slow process each day we are on the bus twice each
Some get consumed more, I wonder if that will make them older, bolder, colder than me?
I sometimes find myself on the bus with no idea when I got on. The digestive system has gotten to my memory.
Do I actually get off the bus? Or is that a dream brought on by these same forces? Are we all just courses? For the ever consuming bus?
yes I know it’s a rap
Packed bus. Looking at jobs. Tummy feels like knots. Got to get to my stop. I’m not, going to be above all the things in mind. I’m live, but I have to worry about all the things all the time. I want to feel for all the things that are happening, but I’m just on my own moccasins.
I swear to you that they are doing this to keep your focus on your own problems. A distraction to stop you thinking about all they have done to make us get closer to the day it’s all over.
Anthropeacene. It’s own end and our own means. I’m not kidding, I just seem…
Knots in a scene. Not shibari fun but a knotted bleed. Hanging us all like Odins knowledge tree.
Giving up your eyes to save face
We see the truth
It’s them that’s making the hate
We can’t do this again
Anthropeacene, it’s just what they mean
All that will be left is lizards and queens
Bales of sodden sky fluff the horizon
Eaten by unicorns
Biting little flickers of ice
Chasing contrails together
Catching a jet airliner
Wingtips passing to touch
Bit and cusp, cusp, cusp
Giddy up for the galloping clouds
A man walking
Street lights change
Pavement and hazelnut coffee
Storm hails from a dark unseen sky
A cat wandering slowly eating the birds killed by the hail
A fox running through the square
Women in pink dress with black hair, fixing her shoe
Crows nesting
Watching them fledge
A night of rain like none ever before
Less cars than before
More urgent steps
The crows come back
A storm kills them too
A cat, sits and sees the humans too
The days seem to have been shorter
Then heat and heat and heat
Cats lie abandoned
One human slowly walks though the square
Only the cat left
Years pass
Empty city full of cats
Everything is breaking
Animals and plants come back
Ice falls often
Then the cats are bigger
Smarter
A then one finds me
And I cannot observe anymore
Forget the love of a billion stars as the wink upon the surface of a moons lake. Your blessing brings me my knees to buckle under the weight of the day.
Intoxicated light glimmering feathers upon my face
Soft, and flush, each a kiss from your body to mine
Reaching beyond each nerve to my soul and touching each part to heal it
Growing love, to melt into your body. Push gently, as a creeks first flowing in spring rain. Gulping then the streams supple blessing to my sounds forge.
A sadness drip we inject
A slippery mess
Mouth full of soons
Popping eyes
Thrusting knives
Rose maze …. Blind
Twice
Twice
Twice
Dies
Gathering
The dust and flames from fast recall
Smothering
All the thoughts and prayers you call
Blasting
Winds through canopy to embers fall
Leaving
Nothing untouched anymore
(Koala)
Nay the last few days had brought her better leaves than ever
Never had it seemed they where growing faster than she could eat
The big ones, with their big stomp feet had helped her find them
Stems, stalk and leaf, they crunched in her mouth, slowly to be digested in her nap
The big ones visited her and brought more leaves, so many she could not believe
How had they found them? It had been such a struggle, all her life
Now, it was like, forests of leaves just for her, it was nice
Silently, cameras capture her subtle beauty, come to visit her, call her cutie
The moon shone upon her enclosure as she was feeling her age
Darkly, the night continues to expose shadows across the leaves
She can’t eat as many, but they bring her more than what seems like whole trees
No more, the next night, they being no more, as she is now in the big eternal eucalyptus tree
And the moon continues to shine upon the darkness left behind
Eastwardly the raspberry bush grows
Anchored, down in the grass with twelve counters
Each day one disappears, taken on travels of mysterious places
I tie my shoelaces, and think of the races
Perfect metaphors for the capitalist people, watching it
The system hits them and as hard, clasping the crop in its hand
The raspberry bush grows nearby, sticking thorns into those taking coins
How many metaphors can you stand? I’m just here, watching the grass and hoping you can know.
They sit on the sidewalk waiting
A set of three green bikes
faintly I sleep on bus
Kicking life inside my tum
Rush, of the fight inside my mind
Is never quite satisfied by all the din
Lilies on my dreams growing like fire
Likes on rushing to play my lyre
Truss upon truss over the rumors
Kite flying higher, blooming consumers
Ring a ding, upon the quick sin
Campus body slopes and upon me
The more you change the more you stay the same
the song goes on and but the track changes
what is the story in your head
was it so wrong to be unfed?
I cannot see into the future anymore
its all just a blurr
I want to know did you lie or did you die or did you sigh?
at the sound of the gun
did we have fun
well thats it really
I want to know these things because I want to know its right
to have feelings like this, feelings like fright
why am I so scared
To say what I believe
To say my parers
To the lack of self confidence that I have held so long and deer
but it seems that tomorrow it will all be better again
at the going down of the sun
and then in the morning
I will remember what it was
to be who I am
to say what is right
in the morning I will fight
I will have the strength and courage to go on
Will the hart of sunrise bring me strength?
If It does not, I don’t care
I don’t give a flying spare
Its all raw
its all the last straw
and well thats it really
I can’t go on like this anymore…
anymore
like a song thats gorn old
like a wrong thats been done
three fold and three fold again taking back what was said cannot be done
its all in the past
its all why i break my fast
take it in your arms
cradle it well
let it grow and destroy you
or let it show and annoy you
take a step in the shoes of a poor man
the former self reborn, you find yourself starting back…
I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void
whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages
this is my last day as a monkey
tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free
I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars
this is my last day as a monkey
how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path
they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found
big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand
this is my last day as a monkey
citys will be built on this land and we must understand
that is is our land
it is not going to last
if we treat it bad we will fast
starve all the way
beyond our present days
and die we will in our hundreds
so listen to the land, be you monkey or man
because she will tell you all she knows
you have to look after her
and it is your duty
if you do not
folly will follow you
I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void
whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages
this is my last day as a monkey
tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free
I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars
this is my last day as a monkey
how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path
they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found
big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand
this is my last day as a monkey
Someone’s walking in a shadows footsteps
only looking to be seen
never knew the wishers
were the voices of the reeds
in the wind that flows so slow
down below the waters edge
is a man whose just lost
everything he couldn’t get.
Somethings eating the beginning
of the story thats so long
so it becomes a shadows footsteps
a simple thing to ignore
the voices of the long dead
become those of the newborn.
There is a creek
a simple stream
that flows down a hill
and standing their is
is a women who borne everything
and shes walking
she walking in the shadows footsteps
Intro:
Be sure to check out that roundabout
I’m sorry to ask but did you hear
News, come in and gossamer tears
The world has heated beyond our cope
I’m asking you, is their any hope?
Chorus:
Are we, bad guys?
The bad guys?
The ones on the TV?
Are we bad guys, bad guys?
We have blood on our hands, and knees
1.
We can’t beg her
Negative talking
Argue snorting (virtue signaling)
Grasp or forking
2.
I just can’t believe
She’s gone and we talked
And argued on TV (no one believes)
About how to get it done for cheep
3.
She gave and gave
And we spewed it all out
It’s now without doubt (dipped our snots in the trough)
That we are
End:
The bad guys
The bad guys, the ones on our own TV
We can’t fix it
Not with words
But only
Only
Action
Act
Act
Act
Accepting the truth
Only we can undo it
If we want
Her to allow us
To live
Live
Act
Only
(Repeat till fade: Live, Act, Only, Save)
How about a sip from my cup boy,
A simple little thing
You need not think that I am trying to real you in.
Its made from the peel of an orange and a little courage,
Not a thing you need worry about, I have no doubt
Drink it up, see its just like stout
Just a sip, thats all it takes, for the thing to have its grasp
You can’t give it a name, but it owns your soul
Give into its lure, line, hook, and in the cold
It will warm you up
Keep you high
then send you down to sigh
and start singing the simple line
How about a sip from my cup boy,
A simple little thing
You need not think that I am trying to real you in.
Sin upon sin
from within you mind
comes this desire for you to get higher
drink a little more from my cup
and you will know more about yourself than anyone could ever like
just a sip thats all it takes
will you break, will you shatter
against all the odds, will you not matter?
you try and fight it, but you soon find that another sip is all you need
you can’t deny it
just try it!
and your gone, never to be found, down into the ground
it in you now, and you can’t let it go
one thing alone can set you free, and I doubt you can pay the fee…
I did sing to you, your dreams (long)
As the moon did shine upon us
Come hither, to the grove
Deep inside the big Forrest
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
You did sleep upon the leaves of autumn
And woke upon springs first rain
The fires of summer did come again!
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
Four of us will meet again,
Four of us when sleep began
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
Well meet again and meet to part
Feet will take to the path
March upon the winters ground
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
and then we part…
