Wondering and wandering, what place to rest the search?
Outer space or inner mind, each yields a separate perch
Like wings aloft among clouds so soft, plummeting to the earth
when the two combine, and intertwine, true flight shall have birth
Ode To RockI'm tired of lying in the sunshine
and staying home to watch the rain
I cannot sit by while castles burn
and that wheel in the sky - it keeps on turnin'
lives are spent
while steel is bent
to mold a new song
so I'm goin' down by the river
goin' down, goin' down, goin' down now
with a gun in my hand
waiting for the ricochet
like a blind man shooting at the world
gonna carve myself a new stone
but ain't gonna carry it alone
if you join in my song
then it won't be long
rock will surely reclaim the throne
Rhyming WayI have an obsession with rhyming
the problem lies not in the timing
surely it must sound absurd
when I try to put thought into word
Naked Against The Stonenaked against the stone
wish you would leave me alone
can't I do it on my own?
this place I can't call home
might as well build a wall
already made the fall
silence and shadow is all
I need to go AWOL
I asked for a room, but they gave me a cage
asked for a book, only gave me a page
asked for a break, so they put me on stage
asked for some peace, then they filled me with rage
I want to be part of a story,
but this gold-leaf binding's got empty brown pages
don't let them tell you gold is expensive
makes a poor blanket, and doesn't taste too good
frozen in place and sheltering my face
no court would take up my case
we subdue the masses, while killing the individual
Ebb and Flowresist the urge to run
refuse the need to hide
embrace the setting sun
and fight the ebbing tide
Careful With That Axe, Eugenecareful with that axe, eugene
don't forget to wipe it clean
your neighbors all think it's obscene
but you needed to let off some steam
the way you hacked off their limbs
just blame it on a crazy whim
their lives, once bright, now are dim
but their necks really needed a trim
The Ballad of Falling Snowwinter's come again,
and my heart has grown cold
snow is softly falling,
my joy has grown old
I found out today,
you don't love me no more
please, can't somebody tell me,
what living is for?
the world is growing dark,
I haven't seen the sun in days
I've been trying real hard,
but I can't change my sorry ways
when I look out at the world,
the whole world seems so bleak
I try to scream for help,
but you know I can hardly speak
there's a cape not far from home,
a great place to learn to fly
the pain cuts me so deep,
well I think I'd just like to die
The Eyeless Stare (2)I'm waging a war
on a phantom battleground
and the opposing army consists of myself
versions of me existing within the minds of others
illusions that torture me
no less for being unreal
and they're defeating me
I can feel your eyes upon me
each and every one of you
even those of you who aren't looking
even those of you who aren't listening
your eyes are upon me, too
and every second is Judgement Day
praise and acceptance are betrayed by self-doubt
even when your eyes are kind
and your words gentle
it's not you that speaks to me
it's the me that lives inside of you
and my words are venomous, and vile
the communication gap is an intraversible void of blackness, and sorrow
and I can only be free from myself
when I'm free from everybody else
Black DeathBlack Death is calling
how I hate to be alone (repeat)
I keep crying for my family
but they're all dead and gone
There's no one left to comfort me
no one to talk to (repeat)
My friends have died and left me
what ever will I do?
My mother and my father
are buried outside town (repeat)
They tried to look after me
but Black Death struck them down
Now Black Death is calling
and I don't want to be alone (repeat)
Everyone else has fallen
they're all resting in the ground
I tried to save my lover
but there was nothing I could do (repeat)
She died in my arms
and now I've done caught it, too
The doctors they can't help me
they can't keep death away (repeat)
The preachers say to pray to God
but God won't help today
'Cause Black Death's come calling
and I am all alone (repeat)
I hope this pain and misery
don't follow me to the tomb
The Eyeless Stare (1)your presence irritates me
I feel your eyes constantly upon me, even when your back is turned
I hear the insult underneath your kind words
I fear your unasked questions
your silent hatred consumes my heart
I realize that it's all in my head, but that doesn't make it any less real
it's not your fault
I know you don't hate me
but I still feel the hatred coming from you
except it's coming from me
I'm projecting my darkest and most hate-filled self onto others
so that it may hate under disguise
it's not you that hates me, it's me that hates me
I hate myself
you're not the one staring at me constantly, I am
I'm the one questioning my own actions
doubting my own accomplishments
maybe I can beat the Eyeless Stare
if I open my eyes to see what's really there...
The Rumour of IcarusIcarus
there is a rumour that your father killed you, that
he bent your wings until they broke and then
told you, "Fly."
If this rumour is true, then it lives in the throats of
those fragile boys who wear your death like Cain's mark,
whose tender hands split like swollen tomatoes when
they pluck strangled seabirds, whose
arms slump beneath the weight of their father's genius.
And this rumour lives on
the under-skin of their eyelids so that when they die
or simply sleep
they dream of their fathers
or maybe just of Daedalus, standing with
his hands full of feathers and wax,
their blood-flecked down under his fingernails.
your face is gone, icarus, you are a warning & a tragedy &
the patron saint of boys who will not listen but also you are a god, icarus,
a god to these boys and still, when you fell
said Bruegel in oils, Auden and Williams in verse
no one gave a damn.
they also say that your father strained the sunlight into an amphora
and told you, "Dri
sempiternalWhen I grow old
For when rainbows dilute and notebooks fatten
on times untimely passing,
when the moon falls out of kilter with a sun that
curdles in a sad, forgotten sky,
and the rain congeals inside the clouds
when the slurry of seconds sinks deep into my bones
and my skin crumples like parchment, my spine coils and splinters
and my fingers buckle, knuckle-cracking -
when my dreams fade like polaroids in sunshine
and my memories break free from their kitestrings
unanchored and drifting in such dulcet mindmurk and I watch
the world crumble from gold into grey.
I want a thousand laugh-lines
for they will be the maps to better times
so I can find my way back
Feeding Time...Feeding Time at the Sultan's Menagerie
My mother is a hyena
and when the men come to feed us
she makes a terrible noise that I can hear
even from across the zoo,
but they think it is laughter
and they don't know that it is her
saying the same thing she always does:
"More, more! Why isn't there more?"
She cannot help herself;
She is a scavenger.
When I was born, she picked me up
in jaws that can crush an elephant femur
and for a second, the keepers that watched her
held their breath, thinking she was
about to eat me.
Somehow I was spared
and even the poison of her saliva,
the festering bacteria that kills days later,
only served to bathe me.
She is the leader.
She says, "You do what I say and
you don't complain because you are mine."
And she keeps a pile of bones in the back
of her cage, even though they only feed
us chickens and she says, "This is for when
there are no more birds because the men
are worse than leopards and will not
be generous much longer."
She bites them when t
LoveLove is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.
Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.
You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.
How to be an artistBeing an artist is not so simple
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.
It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.
Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.
If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which you can express your thoughts and desires
For without them, you are just another with grand ideas.
If you've come this far, then go all the way.
But you must have a heart,
That is the key and mainstay.
Being an artist means you create
With nothing but creativity
And see the world through all its objectivity.
Our brushes and pens and whatever,
All fueled by the ink of ou
Scriptures and ReligionReligion is not a school lesson about the scriptures.
If you cannot translate the scriptures to my language,
then let me live as an infidel until I meet a better teacher.
Paper MacheDrop your paper hearts into a basin of tears
and dry them in the sun
Well tape the middles back together
Glue them back to back
On my own apocalypse
If silk could melt
to drip down arms and goosebumped legs
in scarlet rivers, serpentine,
it seems only right
that the sky should burn as well.
Like roses heaped upon a stage,
cloaked in tumultuous applause,
the end will fall in exultation.
Shall we stand upon the shore
and taste the salt upon our lips,
basking in the last breezes
before the Breaking?
These last days are a ball,
a promenade of bliss,
a eulogy of memory.
Shiva, ever the gentleman,
asks for one last dance.