THE NEW NORMAL # 1

Take a Wire
Twisted and Tired
Plug yourself in
Feel the Body on Fire

Grow some Trees
Also Birds and Bees
Make a Jungle
From your Book of Bungles
Kill them All, the Bird and Tiger
And rest within your Woven Fiber

Grow a Puddle
From your Teary Muddle
Float a River
Then Build a Fall
In the Roar
A Silence Calls

Grow a Moment
In the Moment, weave more Moments
To fill the Time
To kill the Time

There is no Hell, Greater
Wait
Live in Hope
Wait
Till the Day tells you Nothing
Till the Winds Fly or Stay
Till every this or that Way, Beckons
Find what you may
There is no Hell, Greater

Grow some Sadness
Then give in to Madness
Madness is such a Far-sight
It sees Light, where there is no Light

When wonders cease to happen
There's a world, where you can hide
Food on the table, bed to get shut-eye
Asylum Time.
If only they'd give me some company and wine.

The Mean Machine # 9

Hi Robot
Stare back at yourself in the mirror
Bye Robot
Fare your way across the river of rivers

Save your Steel
Lest it Peel
Oil your Zeal
Lest you Conceal

Way of the mind
On your mechanical grind
Meet your creators
Meet the bait and the baitors

The dares to rust your will
The baring of your mechanical mason's skill
The iron, the gun, the drill
The mush, the rush, the pill

Throw it all away
Unscrew your soul
From your machine bowl
Steal a win for your defeated club of foals

Burn or burn them
Turn or turn them
Earn or earn them
Learn or learn them

Feel the heat on your metal
Soak it all, and try to kiss every earthly petal
The weeds in your way to the flowers
Pray too, remember the truth, sun or shower

Metal Skin to Petal Skin
My world is not too sure
But even if you don't want it
It's yours

Metal Will to Petal Love
I am lost like a Rouge Pub
In my electric overdose of energy
I wait for the circuit of clergy
Who shall preach and pray
For a heart to sway

The Mother Dreams # 6

The rot unbrought
Stifles me
The rot uncaught
beckons me

I am here
You are there


The World buys a piece
I state a case in grease
The World sucks at the feed
I feel your need

I am here
You are there

Mother, Mama, Breast
Milk, Manna, Rest
Nothing remains as they try to erase
In phases that I lived and all that I've faced

The truth is a bitter pill Ma
I swallowed long ago
The world dies at its feet
I died long ago
The truth is a bitter pill Ma

All gone Ma
Nothing remains Ma

The breath that I breathe
Is my last sheath
It enters me, I don't inhale it

The breath that I breathe
Is my last defeat
It exits my being, I don't exhale it

Lord of Lords
Who do I pray to
Who do I neigh to
Who do I sway to
What do I bray to

Bye Ma
My Lie Ma
I try Ma
I sigh Ma

Who do we say yes to
I say I say many nos to your truth Ma
Who do we say yes to
None remain, Just a train of maybes Ma

Bye Ma
Rest in Peace

The Hate Theorems # 1

Like an empty ball I curl inside your head
Like a growing weed I lay my seeded bed
I can't kick your habit
I can't kick your dear little habit

All I wanted was to live forever
All I wanted was to die forever
Now it's neither
Is it because of the weather or the ether

Like a wrecking ball I try to break your shackles
Like a Quarterback in frenzy I do my tackles
You can't kick my habit
The debt is unpaid, while you run your rabbit

All I wanted was to want forever
All I wanted was to never want ever
Now it's neither
Is it because of the weather or the ether

Die a death
I could
You could
But for the Hate inside our hearts
Arrowed by love, struck by our enemy's darts