yay for new pieces!
(sigh)lence lIke birds
silly little trick.
when we meet, i will
lay you down in flames.
trickle waterlick,
sticky black piano keys
hiccuping music.
consume, i will consume, be licked by flames.
i will crackle under your intent and stare,
and i will glow like my little bonfire heart.
the hot pokers for coal
will stoke my eyes and tongue.
dirt; dirt i shirk and eat mud like my words
like trees to the earth, i channel awkward-
silence like birds, my mind unbridled herds.
the tongue is the soul and the heart and a bird.
the birds are the grass, and i love equally
the way the wond blows and the colour of plumage
and i will lick the dust from my lips, spit, and die-
PHOENIX! rebirth and restore,
stronger and faster and better before..-
rebirth like evolve, Darwin would be proud of
selective selection, completely unnatural
and pen like genetics with ridiculous life
with three little birds singing my strife.
YOUR feathers are things that brings flight and
the rifles of smiles and cannon of fun i held
onto with fervors of soldiers, and races for the cure.
soil is the ground and human is "you."
nature is music and music is math.
sleepy songs and students, and magic in hats.
it's like losing the grass and the lawn's still content.
soil is still soil, the ground is the earth
prance barefoot whimsical musical light
in lyrical instruments with singing and sighs;
the butcher loves the baker, and the candlestick-maker
loves them both like sons; had-a-daughter-couldn't-keep-'er.
and all of God's horses and all of His men
have forgotten how to say His name again.
old Mother Hubbard's whoring herself for her kids,
and the kids are raping her with energy unheard.
and the fucking government's paying them with foodstamps.
oh, here's a turn for the worse, the agents
of filth & pestilence & famine & death.
men playing God, a game the can't understand.
scientists, philosophers, rulers alike- tricky evils and longterm lies
but hey, let's ask the Cherokee where their eyes- "oh, wait- sorry,
information classified! the Native Americans are evil devils:
untrustworthy, after your gold, your churches, your diamond-ring lives.
pay no attention to the silk-lined curtain,
the horned beast behind."
the day for the "new world order" has supposedly come, with its
Freudian complexes. they will paint the sky blood-red; like
the colour of crimson that their mother bled
as they licked at her woundl; the vulnerability of the Giver
is always exploited by the Evil.
and the war is started,
and the hatred lives,
and the Beast is fed.
the only thing free: LOVE
and You offer my hope for
healing, understanding, wisdom, love provided.
i solemnly swear to uphold strictly love
for everything and everyone.
hare, hare Christ, hare Christ;
fishy fish in streaming trickle-river
and my armaments:
truth, hope, love, faith,
these are your weapons against:
the boy who says "you be into me,
and i will be inside you."
and protection from the girl who says, "climb and claw inside me-mother, Oedipus,
the thoughts of you lie with another."
the bloody war fought with unrelenting force,
the farce of heart won over by discourse.
remaining forever intent, forever marching in song,
of light and love and everlong:
the birds will sigh, "I love You."
silly little trick.
when we meet, i will
lay you down in flames.
trickle waterlick,
sticky black piano keys
hiccuping music.
consume, i will consume, be licked by flames.
i will crackle under your intent and stare,
and i will glow like my little bonfire heart.
the hot pokers for coal
will stoke my eyes and tongue.
dirt; dirt i shirk and eat mud like my words
like trees to the earth, i channel awkward-
silence like birds, my mind unbridled herds.
the tongue is the soul and the heart and a bird.
the birds are the grass, and i love equally
the way the wond blows and the colour of plumage
and i will lick the dust from my lips, spit, and die-
PHOENIX! rebirth and restore,
stronger and faster and better before..-
rebirth like evolve, Darwin would be proud of
selective selection, completely unnatural
and pen like genetics with ridiculous life
with three little birds singing my strife.
YOUR feathers are things that brings flight and
the rifles of smiles and cannon of fun i held
onto with fervors of soldiers, and races for the cure.
soil is the ground and human is "you."
nature is music and music is math.
sleepy songs and students, and magic in hats.
it's like losing the grass and the lawn's still content.
soil is still soil, the ground is the earth
prance barefoot whimsical musical light
in lyrical instruments with singing and sighs;
the butcher loves the baker, and the candlestick-maker
loves them both like sons; had-a-daughter-couldn't-keep-'er.
and all of God's horses and all of His men
have forgotten how to say His name again.
old Mother Hubbard's whoring herself for her kids,
and the kids are raping her with energy unheard.
and the fucking government's paying them with foodstamps.
oh, here's a turn for the worse, the agents
of filth & pestilence & famine & death.
men playing God, a game the can't understand.
scientists, philosophers, rulers alike- tricky evils and longterm lies
but hey, let's ask the Cherokee where their eyes- "oh, wait- sorry,
information classified! the Native Americans are evil devils:
untrustworthy, after your gold, your churches, your diamond-ring lives.
pay no attention to the silk-lined curtain,
the horned beast behind."
the day for the "new world order" has supposedly come, with its
Freudian complexes. they will paint the sky blood-red; like
the colour of crimson that their mother bled
as they licked at her woundl; the vulnerability of the Giver
is always exploited by the Evil.
and the war is started,
and the hatred lives,
and the Beast is fed.
the only thing free: LOVE
and You offer my hope for
healing, understanding, wisdom, love provided.
i solemnly swear to uphold strictly love
for everything and everyone.
hare, hare Christ, hare Christ;
fishy fish in streaming trickle-river
and my armaments:
truth, hope, love, faith,
these are your weapons against:
the boy who says "you be into me,
and i will be inside you."
and protection from the girl who says, "climb and claw inside me-mother, Oedipus,
the thoughts of you lie with another."
the bloody war fought with unrelenting force,
the farce of heart won over by discourse.
remaining forever intent, forever marching in song,
of light and love and everlong:
the birds will sigh, "I love You."