Overwhelming Catechism

It's as if Earth itself,
proceeded marriage to the Sun.
The bride moving steady circles,
the groom stayed where he begun.

We dance in such a pattern
Frictions familiar to our orbit
But what was once a forest fire,
now feels like a cigarette.

Pleading with it's lover
to stay where it was fixed
the sun had never thought
the spheres purpose to conflict.

Our spirals, circles traded place
for jagged crooked lines.
What was once a steady pace,
became a revolution time.

What the sun called unity (it's righteous core)
Assumed a dogma to implore
The existence of distance between the two,
the space assumed as Hatred for.

Complacency is not unity!
Dissent is not division!

Everybody's found somebody else.

Everybody's found somebody else.
Another picture on their parents shelves.
Hardly ever takes em time,
cut the cord and step in line.
Everybody's found somebody else.

Everybody's found somebody else.
So babe, let's get a car an income and a house.
The minister is booked for life.
the "poor man" never sees his wife,
but like everyone, he's found somebody else.

Everybody's found somebody else.
Everybody else, except myself.
They say it's six billion,
I think it's six billion and one.
Everybody's found somebody else.

Everybody's found somebody else.
Say they're finished sleepin by themselves.
"you didn't," she says. "I did." He says,
"I'm leaving with the kids," she says.
Looks like her someone's found somebody else.

:D

My voice through every heart

Cold forceps move between warm folds.
Masked men telling dirty jokes.
The procedures painless she's been told.
Performed thousands of times before.

And as the demon's head emerged.
Pale and slick, eyelids converged,
an army of cells in blood submerge,
their stainless steel, machine room dirge.

When she opened her eyes, her mothers surprise,
was shot out, blown up in the hallways noise.
Misinterpreted as cries of joy,
from the ears of a doctor's little boy.

Her mouth opened up and the suckling closed,
being replaced by an ascension of notes
bass baritone tenor alto soprano,
erupted from the creatures now quivering throat.

Fingers undeveloped beginning to shake,
and light carrouseling, luminosity stained.
The voices increasing in volume and range,
ascending and descending chorded and paged.

Through stethoscopes magnified harmonies tightened,
the doctors and young mother now on their knees,
adoration and praise, no longer frightened.
Worshiped convictions, convictions now seen.

The cherubim Opera receeding to coos.
the motionless daughter was dragged from the room
toward the door, where under her skin she moved.
rapid advancements in medicine to pursue.

Nervous system the size of a goldfish eye.
Saw the destruction in cellular composed design
and put together the proteins, the adhesion the dye.
The cancerous would eat and surely not die.

The chemical glowed in the test tube she held,
forcing the drug down her flaccid neck.
Swallowing the last chance to connect and save.
Thousands of man's society blessed.

And as the ex-mother climbed down from the bed,
one of the masks noticed a lump that was set
above where it should be, in masses of cells.
But it was probably nothing, so nothing he said.