antidote

i gave her a pumpkin
she dyed her hair
i took her out for coffee
she polished her nails
i went crazy over her
the antidote was heartbreak
too bleak to answer why
will our paths cross again
i hope they do and i hope you are listening
for i have listened to you
your music, your joy, the cds found indoors
two and not one while we cleverly knit
sleepless nights without you
will they accept me again
i tried my best, but failed you most
does a miscreant deserve a second chance
a walk in the mall
a foot in a picture
this one's for you
the one i loved so long ago
the one i love today
the one i will never stop loving
the one who reads this rubbish

pabst

the night has been forgotten
where is the love?
the one you speak of
the one in the tower
you miss her so much but cannot feel your own feet
speak to me, dear woman
from the bed to the floor
is that all i'm good for?
a quick tuck, a gentle push
do i squeeze you in lust?
where do you want me?
a band on your finger
a tool in your shed
a toy in your bedroom
a curtain, less kept
i try to envy you, i try to understand
these moments of virtue I cannot discard
for the words are at the tip of thine tongue
forever fluid forever at risk
i need to tell you this
i love you, don't you understand
where do i go from here?
where will i stay?
you honesty is mine also, on display
find coffee and drink it, no shame of mine
i wish to be with you still
but you must find, true love, is a cry away from sadness
a whimper and a kiss on the cheek
the alter boy for Abrahams son, will he survive the wake?
i leave you now, just for this short time
i will be back soon, with a pack of cigarettes, too harsh to smoke
yet i call it mine

wilderness blues

the road it rages in the wilderness town
the kids laughing, they just make frown
little ones speak with a glowing flame
it won't let go, it's poison

now the man in black erases your brain
while the  schoolmarm teacher tries to contain
the bubble gum machine on the penny lane
why wait for it when it happens

singing in the rain, weeping at night
lies every morning, a terrible fright
living la vida loca in the trailer suite page
it's alright, i'm only frozen

children in the gutter wondering what to do
parents doing cartwheels, expecting  to sue
complaints from above,the trial awaits
will you just go to sleep until one mates

quiet time is spoken in the words of  a few
lying in solitude, handle to loo
keeping time still until there's nothing left to crude
you will not cry, it's just rude

living in the shadows you viciously wait
a new pair of sneakers,  at best at take
events of meaning, they quintessentially sate
keep your head up, it's now over

lies told by song, the memory traits
leaving a lesson, no fool can take
stop all this bleeding, forever to quake
in free fall, you are limber

gg

could-have

when the time has come
to begin as ones son
you fall down bleeding
it's alright ma
i do not cry
nor do i faint
this song we play
this mole we make
this landslide is impeccable
the words  of the vernacular
the common man's quarrel
the loop in the hole
the cigarette blows smoke in your own face
fall down gently
for the the's are not as important as the could-have's

thoughts on isolation

is this a dream? are we awake when we are not? or have I fallen ill  and perished amongst the greater masses? There is no thrill in solitude, nor freedom in the outer world. What we produce is what we commence, what we trade, what we thrive on. Help deter the construction of evil and force good upon those who have deserve a better life in times of trouble. Let thou be layered to savour the fruits of the land. Incredible, as it were,  to leave isolation and join a broken society. A plague if you will, that haunts us til dawn approaches.This is where we stand. You just have to hold on, and expect the greater good, the karma, to apprehend that which has been unmarked, unstained, less dreary and less pungent. Have we abandoned ourselves to technological advances, the CEOs and the great ones, the engine gears. They have cast a shadow and we must find holy land. Away from the unknown. But what is knowing the unknown is not worth believing. For the absurd has taken us by the hand. In the books, on the couch, in the shed, on all fours like a dog. Barking at the moon and crying in the limelight. When will this shadow move us forward, except into pain and envy. What else are we trying to do except lead a life of modernity, in a time when free thinking is only allowed by the ones who can afford it. Alas, take what you need, but only come back once, for time is more precious then any ore or mineral a dilly dally drunk can mine.

questions

I woke up this morning. She wasn't there.  I went to bed at midnight. She wasn't there. Does she exist? Is she real? I ask myself these questions every morning and every afternoon and every night I fall to slumber. She was here everyday before and now nothing. Zilch,nadda. Is this my fault,or hers? Am I talking aloud in my dreams or have I just gone made like Nietzsche.I read and she's not there. Where is she? Can she help me? Have I lost my ability to think, to love, to hope? More questions, less answers. I close the blinds, I drink my tea, I take my pill, I fall asleep. I awake. But she's just not there. And it's just me, poor hopeless naked me.

moving back blues

now when you walking to talking blues
wonder what you think about in Duluth
simple ways are done so  right
just about time G-d, his might
'
living on the edge of a homesick blue
maybe you're trying to hide the flu
living on the barrel of these monkeys of tin
always pass to the left, right back to your kin

now ladies quirk and liars lay
they speak in words to your dismay
invent yourself and think some more
hell, holy mamma gonna make you a bore

injury jury judge and court
a little boy looks out through his little fort
weeping whistles, sing so speech
that man Jeremiah is the one whom preach

four walls cave in and the message grows
the eternal body forever flows
the willow of the night time takes a mare
wondering if one even does care

i'm back again blues
don't you remember that
feeling all sickly
this songs too prickly

hell, i got the moving back home blues

knave

in the event of happiness
fall through the gates of joy
a gentle, loving caress
my gentle baby boy

to ask is to tell
in the event of a sale
events under the well
alas we are in chain mail

the future so bright
the river flows round
take all of your might
just don't make a sound

the professor has sprach
without a doubt
hiding into the wooden crack
tending to feed a shout

petunias and marigolds for a lover
in the course of a week
we shun our own brother
what is it you really seek

needs

she's there again
in the back of my mind
waiting, lurking, adapting to my mood
it swings up and across like a pendulum
where have I been this entire time?
has the dream world engulfed me?
am i out of time?
tell me oh being of this realm
or lord of yours
i can't take much longer
i need release
i need excitement
i need answers
needsneedsneeds is all we ask for
our cells change every 7 years
and for what
to wake up on the couch with a potbelly
hairs of gray
teeth yellow and frail and shattered
ask us what we need
we might just tell you