The Biz.

Daughter how fast you,
my daughter how fast have you.
Picked up yourself by your own strings.
And given yourself to the loud things.
The voices that tell you they love,
when you listen to it long enough.
And turns you over to the statues outside,
that violate your body, your heart, your insides.
If this voice whispers louder than wind.
To tell you that love is one more step again.
But such misery,
waves louder than the sea.
And the voice that calmed,
the blood-crusted palms.
Whispered inaudible peace.
If anger and hatred may turn back to passion.
And justice replace, this fixation on fashion.
It seems like breaking the skin, and then reaching in.
But the humblest seed breaks through the proud mountain.
And if you still remember the face,
and the mouth that whispered peace,
is now whispering grace.
It will come down to shower
with the scent of a flower.
And wipe these years of rust off your face.

Kingdom Divided

A gasoline revolution,
as it moves and flows,
the flower's breath.
A cloud that sits on thunder's
throne.
The first born son of every one,
erased by the stature
of monolith glass.
Gazing and measuring stones
that surround the well.
The hands, elbows deep in the wake,
silently being erased by the swell.

Still, it's depth exceeds...it blisters and it bleeds.
It's arteries connected to the bottom of
the sea.

Snow, the arms of trees
dressed in white.
Barely enough wooden space,
for a single new life in a crow
to raise flight.
It moves in a new dance it copies the
ocean.
And lonely as such, it isolates its
motion.
A reflection of grace on its
face, innocence.
Gasoline revolution
the flames are reaching the clouds
and igniting,
The trees are becoming daggers.

The natural world dissolves,
a kingdom divided.
It's arteries connected
to the bottom of the great blaze.

Dear Valentine Saga

Still, it's depth exceeds.
It blisters, and it bleeds.
It's arteries connected,
to the bottom of the sea.

Grasswater

I am the viking commander.
I rule the blood red sea.
My scourge has plagued the Earth.
My horde is legendary.
Through isles unexpected,
I made my power known.
Burned and raped and pillaged
what my victims used to call their homes.
Warm hearts bleed darker blood.
Unprepared flesh burns darker black.
We board our wooden tombs
With promise to never go back.
I've seen the greenest fields
become as dark as coal.
Turned sons and wives
into orphans and widows.
This is my battle.
This is my path.
Under my command,
Pit against my peoples wrath.
The shore becomes their graveyard
the ocean, their tomb.
I see valhalla open,
I see impending doom.
Floating towards her open gate,
my foundation ablaze,
To join the gods,
Ragnarok Awaits!
Ragnarok Awaits!

Securities.

If love really means setting things free,
then sweetheart, you can leave.
But if it also means wanting the very best.
You had best stay here with me.

The New Year

Wake up, monday, wake up.
Light, sound, smoke.
One night it's over.
It has been there forever.
And the new year,
the new year is ancient.

Universities

Now it's moving on to higher learning
so its education is complete.
And from there we'll get a career,
where we'll spend the better part
of our years.
We'll prepare for our retirement
and it carries us to sleep.
Every victory we're told we've won
is the product of silence and subjegation.
Every boundary we decide to cross,
is crossed in the limits of emphasized loss.
It feels like repitition
from the beginning to the end
of a dictated regiment.
And success is performing these duties,
a little bit better, or with less grasp upon creed.
So you're living alone away from authority
but paying it rent and tuition.
Each dorm you slouch over the couch to throw up.
Is just more evidence how fast we grow up.
And abandon rebellion and heartborn contempt
for injustice, and tyranny, hate and opression.
These are the tools of success in that world,
and I'd rather be poor than described by those words.
The future's so foreign to me,
as the concept of eternity.
But that's really just fine with me.
No, I'm really quite okay with it.
I don't want to know where tomorrow is found
I continue to pray that it's not solid ground.
As strong and solid as they build the machine.
You will be gears,
I will throw my body between.