my best stuff always
escapes my pen
it's always when
i'm off
walkin or
sittin, smokin

sometimes it's long
and clear
though mostly it's
fleeting, and only
you'd understand it
anyhow...

oh yeah,
it's late evening
here in seattle,

the sky's blue like
a full bottle of bombay sapphire

....too bad mine's empty

someday soon they'll be comin' round for you
they'll be callin' out your name ( you won't believe it's true)
it'll be too late for cryin' far too late for tears
the writings been on the wall, it's been there for years

'but how'd this happen?', you will say
'we were faithful and we did pray'
when did you develope such misplaced trust anyhow
why is it different, because they're comin' for you now?
and i'll be hangin' my head
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when you finally understand
the weight of your decisions,
that's when you become an adult.
and only then
when you can experience the rm,
that reassuring phenomena,
to coincidental to be random,
can you grasp the
power of faith.
faith.
it's what keeps us going.
it keeps us flowing
through the years,
through the tears,
of expectations drowned,
desire unfound.
more than love
or glamour
success, or
clamor.
the faith it takes
to get you there
is worth mo... read more

muffled sounds
from all around
his mind
it cannot rest
anxiety grows
in one who knows
not whether
his life is blessed
laughter, cries
are drifting by
he cannot feel
their measure
he cannot feel
the world's appeal
he's surely lost
his leisure

i'm a heathen,
a pagan, or worse
i am quite able
to send you a curse
this curse i speak of
is that of true knowledge
not the sort they teach
you at college
you may think
'evil' are my ways
for i worship the gods
of the good old days
when the earth
was sacred
it was okay
to be naked
and playful
and free
simply,
to be
no one was better
or worse for that matter
perhaps you think
i'm mad as a hatter
look at this progress
we've certainly made
in the lap of luxury
we... read more