Adulterer to Mother NatureListen to the birds, singing in the trees
while the forest gleams with retribution.
Watching all the saints, bringing in the sheaves
while beating down the unclean masses.
And looking out the corner of your eye,
you might see a man go by.
His sunburnt face and cool dark hair
and bright green eyes do ever stare.
There adulterer to Mother Nature.
His name's not time, she loves another.
She follows him to kiss his fate.
She's the sun so bright, it burns his face,
He's ever young, as cursed as Gray;
mortality shall never stain
his crimson skin and Christmas eyes
beyond the sight of Father Time.
A daft old man, who lives in clocks
and only speaks in ticks and tocks.
That Girl in Green he loves so true
it'd break his heart if he only knew.
Her heart belongs to someone young
who's requiem shall ne'er be sung.
For those three gods, Earth, Time and Fate
are trapped inside this world of hate.
For they know more ticks, death, and tide
that what they feel, themselves, inside.
The Queen of NonsenseThe breathless extension
of moreover invention.
The man with the plan,
getting kicked in the can.
The blood on your brow
that you shed with the plough,
seeding fields of rakes.
The more you know, the less you see,
but all I want is sympathy.
Talking to me out a mouth of soap
but mono i mono has lost all hope.
Now you step without a walk.
Now you speak without a talk.
But, shut your eyes now girl.
You ruled the world with bits of string
to make the servants and the people sing
from dancing ninny upon a pin
to the strong of limb and mighty wind
that cracks upon the silver snow.
The more you see, the less you know.
Generation NextWe try to make our in a world
that doesn't want us to succeed.
Cramming food down our throat
off the plates of those in need.
Keeping safety under lock and key
for those who buy a password
and blaming those who lie in cradles
while cursing the blind for the unsightly.
We attempt to carve a space
in a burning burning walled up planet.
As we try to hide ourselves
in our prison's darkened place.
If we are ridiculed to know nothing
it's because we've heard it all.
We're raped right from the womb
and the empty babe gets the blaming.
We scream at the empty void
mocked for vanquishing the earth.
We fear the sun and shun the night
so we live beneath the greenhouse light.
There is no room for us upon the land,
but there's a torrent on the sea.
How dare our need to breathe
when there are profits to be planned.
It is not our fathers who bear the load.
It falls on them to commit the sin
and smear the blood upon our faces
and choked our mouths and tongues are slowed.
We may not fight our battles.
Trapped by SkinTrapped by skin
and singed by blood
between the raging storm
and weeping flood
who's crawling forth
and hurting after
in the eye of the hurricane
so rises the father.
With sin on his hand
and a scream in his soul
he has sunk to his feet
as the mud starts to pull
him down towards the starving earth.
One day he'll be swallowed
by the lands he did birth
Crime of ViolenceHe lifts his hands in celebration
and brought them down in exclamations
of pain from the mouths of the dying,
This blood shall be the story
of his hands bespecked in glory
to his current victims' end.
He strikes his hands about the face
and tastes their pain, his heart does race
to know them to be crippled.
He mercifully took the eyes and nose
ear are next on what he has to dispose.
He'll rid them on each sense.
For this he feels no guilt
to make his conscious twist and lilt.
His only crime is violence.
Mouths of MonstersSeeking words of comfort
out the mouths of montsters
to bleed their false prophesies
into any listening ears.
Letters of truth
form the heathen of lies
not beleiving the facts
that are glued to the eyes.
They tell you they love you
though you should be no more
while all else becomes fiction
a world of fairy tale lore.
The creature of shadow
all made up of whisper
cite what they give up
to be your private monster.
They break off bit of themselves
to cram into your mind
and weld into your thoughts
an eternal bind.
Their words are they bodies
each poison to the taste
though sweetened with honey
so you drink them with haste.
Once they're inside you
they fun may begin
to rip you apart
a storm under your skin.
They now live within you
they are a part of you now
they'll peel your lips into a smile
ignoring your need to frown.
The Wishes of DreamsDreams have fled
on silver wings
to alight on gossamer fields.
They glide among
stars so twinkling
they are mistook for candle flames
in crystal pools of light.
Every dream that floats
from every mind
as cotton as a cloud
delicate as whispered cold embalmed
they become thoughts without owner.
No barred cages of mind
from their back, they sprout wings
of ancient fire, the burn as chilled as ice.
For dreams no longer need us.
Dreams have their own to dream.
Sun ShowersFrom lips that smile over weeping sky
to console the bitter people
come feathered flush and coloured brow
above the highest steeple.
The faintest whisper, breathing softly
colours through the gloom
a faint caress of gentle magic
for those who see it's bloom.
The sheet of rain she needs
to don the ray of colour
causes most to cover and hide
from luminescent shower.
It daunts her not, she'll see it through
to it's fading end.
To every breath must come it's in
even a rainbows angelic end.