"the kingdom"

Actions and words, productions, machinations

Money and membership, the perfecting of goals

Work for the poor, leading of demonstrations

Feeder of children of you own will, clothe the cold

Do what you will, say what you feel

These things grant no key

Love with a passion unequaled in history

Give till it hurts, receive no recompensory

Live through the faults, see past the injury

Do what you will, tell how you feel

These things grant no key

Take your twelve steps and self-affirmations

Share with your friends or total strangers

Daily reminders and weekly meetings

Nibble on trendy books of "spiritual" feedings

You grasp at the kingdom, to unlock the gate

You do what you feel and feel what you say

Yet these things grant no key.

"did I just catch you smiling at me" or "what might have been at a distance (in the mall)"

Folks walking…

Busy about their business busting butts against the boredom

People flocking…

Profoundly fighting finance for payments will be paid post-mordem

Humans talking…

Toting stories told to temper terror called to task from boredom

That tears it now! Whatever it was I forgot how I would have said it (anyway)

People shopping

Searching for something simply astounding to scintillate them

It’s no problem…

Corporate consciousness can keep the consumer cued in (yea right!)

Humans ogling…

‘course that’s okay ‘cause I just caught you smiling at me again!

Chorus

Folks are walking, people talking, pushing boredom, and pay post-mordem

Couples meet…

Mingle to mysteries they’ve made to match the miracles on their minds

And connecting…

Following up on fears and hopes with fuel from whom they found

Is this how they start?

Was that the purpose you had in mind when smiling at me?

"the disturbing absence of light"

Something about rumbling, Stars just disappear

Through lack of light tumbling, Rely upon the ear

Distractions disappear, sound’s move better

Quicker to your ear, sight isn’t a fettered

"You know that I always liked a good storm,"

She said

"Could never really get your fear of the dark,"

She said

By the simple disturbing absence of all light

Something about a scream, quick tension relief

Things not as they seem, suspend your disbelief

"You know that I always liked a good scare,"

She said

"Could never really get your fear of the dark,"

She said

Let the butterflies roam throughout you guts

Let them swell inside and eyes by themselves shut

With tension mounting you can enjoy the ride

Let pressure hounding above what’s on your inside

"You know I always liked a little tension,"

She said

"Could never really get your fear of pressure,"

She said

"I always liked the kiss after a horrible fight,"

She said

"There is something to the disturbing absence of light."

"the nail"

So here I find myself at the side of the road

For want of a nail I’ve lost my horse, I’ve nowhere I can go

So now I wait and hope and pray

For some nice stranger to help me save the day

For a nail, for a nail, for a horse, for a horse

Since I am here I will not make the battle

For want of a horse I find myself unable to travel

So now the armies rage without

Me and my skill with the sword, so I shout

Although the sun begins to sag

I am sure you’ve heard by now of the loss on that day

And how we now live under oppression’s cruel unyielding way

So now I wait and hope and pray

For my fellow men to help me save the day

For a war the kingdom was lost, for a nail

"en mass"

Function or disjunction / media is the message

Don’t fracture that unction / imbibe visual passage

-Hot to cold / thought’s less necessary

Become inactive / attention too short to tarry

Medium to extreme

Attention or distraction / time is growing shorter

Far less interaction / fiber optics under water

-Hot to cold / words for interpretation

Global synergy / all through that contraption

Medium to extreme

Age gap on to pure crap / differing technology

Mind tap versus spinal tap / mindless pop philosophy

-Cold to colder / attention shorter

Popular amnesia / lacking a priori

medium to extreme…

"Friday’s and Sunday’s"

Let’s go! Out into those nights and lights of stars and bars

You can drink and I don’t mind you’ll find me on the floor

This isn’t some meat market extravaganza. That is not the motive

So just laugh at studs who seem to be after a little more

Reach for the beat, strive for the light, race to the pace, it’s alive

The mass is one, moving with a life of it’s own, can you feel it?

And that is all I’m out her for, not you, I’m sorry, mama that ain’t no jive

Friday’s and Sunday’s, morning on Monday, I should be tired, still I feel lit

Bass and drums….

"kick and scream"

Kick and scream for inspiration, a new misery to accompany

The thrill is gone replaced with a nagging, leeching, dull ache

Time and motion, wind and rain, range of emotion from joy to pain

All gone and with it, the impetus of the pen to blend and rhyme

No ideal to the adventure, no goal to direct the role

Rolling along, seeing but not bleeding, watching but not catching

A year and a day, the snow fades, bring it to me kicking and screaming

Drag and rend from the tattered mind a battered rhyme

Ridiculous allusions to delusions of some make believe muse

And other corny things, to use and abuse the words a simple ruse

Sprung on those naïve enough to choose to make it with words

Internal feelings and internal rhymes of external days and external lines

The days have since hollowed themselves of all that might find

Itself into the friend which writers pretend needn’t drag and rend

To see that they should punish me.

"shelter"

Premature darkness sends the hydrophobes

Scurrying back to their shelters.

Stiff and black breeze fuels the retreat of

Those in whom it breeds unease.

breezy feeling / sunshine stealing

Sheets hit the ground and road to ease the

Heat that once sweltered.

The adventuresome or foolish fan out from the cover

Of darkness and rain now unfettered

breezy feeling/ daylight stealing

"all ages"

Pray that the hair in my mouth does not belong to someone else

Hope the sweat that I feel all over me I secreted by myself

Forcing through to where I want / or being forced myself

Think that pain in my side is cramps or just a simple bruise

Still try to make my way to the stage but when I push they refuse

To move

To move across an arena floor, forty feet in four seconds

From the top of the stage to the front of the stage

To move

To the back of the room on top of others hands I reckon

This modern day has a club hopping way to engage

Pray that the water here doesn’t cost more than a dollar

Hope the tender is near where I squeeze in so don’t have to holler

Forcing through to where they want / or doing the force myself

If it gets one degree hotter I just might have to drop and die

I’ve lost fifteen pounds already, but I did just catch that girl’s eye

To move

Is tough across the arena floor, four feet in forty minutes

From by the stage to where the drinks are served

To move

To the back where the bathrooms are located oh man

If there’s piss on the floor I will be perturbed.

Now back to the eye of that girl that seems pointed in my direction

Suddenly I get slammed into her, hope she can’t feel my erection

If either of us smells good at all it would be impossible to tell

There’s sweat and smoke and the heat of others all that we smell

"misquoted lessons"

Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise,

So when dwelling with the discontent don’t hazard too many tries

At winning the game or taking the prize

Because jealousy runs rampant through societies built on lies

Such as "I deserve mine" and "you owe it" to whom cries.

Apologize for what you’ve won / discourage their endeavors

"For the love of money is the root of all evil."

Not those who seek compensation for investing their ideas

Why take away that ideal’s reason

By punishing those who profit and labeling it treason

To human ways of so-called compassion

From ivory towers don’t misquote them you miss the forest for the trees.

We the living have determined that there’s no person greater than anybody else

We the dying have no use for the word "ego" or any derivation of self

We community can determine what and where all should say, do or be

We society can run better the lives of all whom can see

That we control it no need for you to decide what action is good for you

We only we matter as your brothers and sisters to be served our due. Serve us our due.

"the folding of the hands"

So dark, so early, so long for now

A little snooze, a little nap, the folding of the hands

Label it apathy, or laziness or generally feeling down

But occasionally close the eyes let the mind just drown

So serene, so nice, solo in the bed

A little stretch, a little groan, the afternoon is spent

Rationalize away the workday, calling off the plans

A little snooze a little nap, the folding of the hands

A puff, a sniff, just one Decatur

A little something to relax and set the mind at ease

Label it a crutch, or habit or something that is needed

Just don’t state the obvious, you’ve now a slave so feed it

So serene, so nice, so easy to turn to

A little of this, a little that, the days and weeks are spent

Try as you will, say what you will, call it what you can

It really all just comes down to the folding of the hands

So dark, so early, so long for now

The winter months, the cold wind blows, searching for relief

Turning to that old friend it’s simple, quick and far too easy

Rationalize all those away how dare they call it sleazy

So serene, so nice, going to it solo

It’s just as fun to do alone, it’s just as fun as a party

Roll one up forget the friends putting aside the plans

In the end it still comes down to the folding of the hands

Watch the lifeline spill away like the hourglass’ sands

Say what you will it all really is just folding of the hands

Work now or don’t eat later

Substitute your substances with something of substance

Substantiate your substitute with subversive psychology

Living out your lifetime with a loving type of livelihood

Don’t lull back into lying down while lying to your prodigy

Why fool yourself to fancying your not folding hands

Defeating dependency depends on not folding up your hands

"focus on the end"

To look at beauty can bring sadness

Sometimes inside that sadness there is beauty.

Like a perfect tear running down a perfect cheek,

Or constantly searching for the one you seek.

Where comes the beauty, in the search or the find?

Is it all in one thing that you can find or built up in the mind?

Sadness in the beauty, beauty in the sadness

Creative urges, motives, surges, focus on the end

Is it the end of that sadness or killing off a friend?

To find the beauty through all the sadness

To weep at the sound of the perfect, minor chord

Like a lovely rainfall pouring gently on the soul

Or finding the one to fill that seeming, unfillable hole.

Did that wonder come within the quest, when did it arrive?

Are you happier that you can now live or that you did survive?

When even nature knows what must die

To let the eyes fill with tears when moved by sadness

Like a purging of all the pain and emotion that makes

The other side as bright as it is. To reap the smiles and joy

The resting of a starved field to replenish the tired soil

Was it necessary? Was it needed? Do we need the down times?

Can I survive? Can I thrive? How can I give God the praise on high?

Can He show me the beauty in the sadness? Help me survive the blue

Can I appreciate the sadness in the beauty? And make it point to You?

"Commit the King"

A romantic in the mountains with a deadly misconception

King Willhelm felt like touting in castle’s quaint reflection

He built himself a fortress amongst the valleys and the mists

Which sang like and enchantress almost forcing him to action

Wagner came and partied and wrote never truly recalling

Of political baggage he tote causing a dual falling

No wolves or gnomes or gods or elves could save the man-child king

For when he brought Wagner with him a downfall he did bring

Yet still the castle stands and gleams like a fortress to the ancients

A legend come to life it would seem and we still can go and face it

He made himself – liability.

"confidence"

Sometimes it slips, other times it wanes

Maybe even vanishes, causing choice pains

Other instances booms, takes over at times

Causes haughtiness, get far outta’ line

Cannot be seen or boosted or cured

Can be a best friend a blessing and a curse.

It seems it can be too big of a force

Causing me to become dependent or worse

Unable!

Feeling twelve foot tall and bullet-proof

Arrogant and more than a bit aloof

Try to just demonstrate this truth

Toting more than words as proof

I can’t wait / I won’t stop

This boost of confidence might get me shot

Showin’ this stuff gets other people hot

For all I care they can go and rot

Now is the time to unleash my plot

"Sequel"

The short and chilly September morn has the leaves in constant motion

With a gleam from windshields as they stop and go and yield

The boy walks to his class with backpack fastened to his arm

A vague sensation twists within his too quickly aging heart

And the cold and nameless schoolmates have him longing to depart

You want me you want me

The fawn eyed girl with sun bleached hair is shifting on the edge of her seat

And in the corner of his eye he catches a reply

The boy sits in his desk unthinking staring round the space

His instructor starts to call him as he gently rubs his face

And he knows he would do anything to get out of this place

(chorus)

when I leave I don’t know if the terms will be mine

"Morgan’s tale"

In the rain it’s easier to slow your brain down

But even when I’m soaked, I can’t help but think of you

I stand in the shower, hoping for a moment alone

But I’m only soaked in my sins condemned for the one thing

I can’t do

There’s a voice, stuck on one song and will not come off it

And everything I do becomes its counterpoint

It calls me to speak, like I’m a reluctant prophet

I’m swallowed by the whole, unfit for what I’ve been anointed

"sublime to the absurd"

Weakest of frequencies strongest of convictions

Far left end with a sense of exploration

Minimum range with maximum connections

Beaming out tunes with odd kind of fascination

-Little girl voices/ Boys cracking with every word

-Sons commercials/ Signal crackling sublime to the absurd

Strongest of grooves other wise gone unnoticed

Hootie and Dave, Squirrel Nuts and R.E.M.

Before they were sold they were the ones who told us

Dial in the 80’s courageous enough to play them

-For commercial / Signal sending sublime to the absurd

Did he just play? Did she just say?

What in the world is spinning today?

Adult run stations just don’t have the nerve

To give as shot to the sublime to the absurd

But they continue to play, giving a chance

For everything from the sublime to the absurd

"to have and have not"

Have to breathe deeply rather than think

Despite the surrounding "what’s and why’s" which seem can’t be delayed.

Wanting to appease the greed, there’s a suppression of instinct,

Reaching for an alien shore / kept wanting for more.

Perhaps the wants can be seized, yet it’s a ride to procrastinate.

This stranger offers no ease to understand it once involved

So I smell, watch and listen trying to stay around late.

What is it about this kind / that makes me so blind

Masking a hint of strategy while trying to remove some mystery

This might not be an open offer despite it being laid out up front

No want to run to safety with a parting or thought of c’est la vive!

All fears out of sight / I try to seize the night.

Ah, but the commitment is minimal at best

Perhaps for one of us here it’s all little more than show.

I feel I performed admirably for so fun yet confounding a test

For I am glad I stayed / on my part no games were played.

"five days without action"

Five days without action

Waiting for a reaction

To prodding and probing and silly mind games

Attempts and such to see if feelings still remain

Five days without action

Is there still an attraction

At least from a mind that refuses to show

Certainly there is from this side and they know

Five days without reaction

At least none of satisfaction

Then an explosion of things that were and will

A bonafide showing of things that are still

Chalk it up to a last day fling

Label it almost anything

But then a simple statement of what was wanted

For the last four days it stayed froze, enchanted

When it’s often best to bring it before the lights.

"relief"

Coming off the pavement with dillusions of something else

Searing on the backs of workers in the fields which feel like hell

Air expands so greatly it invades human space

Brightness searing off the cars as it slows its pace

The trees aren’t moving, the trees aren’t moving

Night brings small relief and the restlessness just tags along

Sunset’s still two hours away and the timing still seems wrong

Questioning the breeze and trees where’d they get relief?

Mocking crickets chirp as we still swoon in disbelief

The trees aren’t swaying, then the trees start rustling.

Brooding, bitching, bruised clouds come tumbling rumbling in

Posturing over head as if to punish us for our sins

A viciousness beyond compare brings fruit of clouds respite

Bearing and adoring, marvel at and listen how close it can get

The trees are falling, the trees are growing…

Children cry and pets go hide sky’s cries and to the earth

Feeding plants and hearts alike phoenix like from the heat a birth

The trees are falling, the trees are growing…

"the fast food song"

Suckin’ on a fast food dinner

Left side of my body just went numb

Grease pours down my digits

Want fries on top, guess I’ll get me some

Got one made already / just my luck

Slirpin’ down ice and syrup

Tastes real flat but I don’t seem to mind

Can’t suck the shake through the straw

That’s okay cause they got it to me double-time

Back to the bin / and grab my order

-Slow food fast, fast food faster

"flirting"

Stuck in a window to see a girl

Rowed in a boat to another world

Of female talk and clothes and stalls

Risking all to penetrate the walls.

Maker her notice, commit or trust

Express infatuation, glimpse of lust

For her and us the whole circumstance

Flirting is an all encompassing dance.

Fight for her honor (talk for her attention)

When in the presence feel the extension

Of body and soul, reaching far out

End the session with cathartic shout.

She comes to notice the interest

Feel that this is what’s best

For physical and spiritual needs

Which both parties more than see.

Sometimes this can lead into

More than just innuendo

But that is not why we feel we must

Flirt with what we all lust.

"the beginning of what you feel"

Look out at the spring time haze

Perhaps it could be autumn

Feeling all the morning mist

Or maybe it’s afternoon

But since I’ve been awake, I haven’t see the sun

It scares me and it should scare you too

Facing to the east or could it

Be the sun setting in the west

The beginning of what you feel

Or the sick denoument of what you sense.

The misty haze and fine, cold rain

Has changed the silver sky to a gray

Which envelopes all it seems to contact

The sun does hide behind a tide

Of grayness overcoming all its light

Which is now little more than rumored fact

The air’s just wet so I don’t suspect

Our sun to make an appearance just yet

But in some odd sense I’m enjoying this

Isolation by way of condensation

Gathering and dripping on my elation

For the fact that it like to stand in the mist

And I’m alone in a sense all my own

The rain and haze give pleasure they can’t know

And I’m alone

I am alone

Alone

"available light"

True! It’s always darkest before the dawn

But this time the pitch seems unusually bleak

Ah! But now there seems to be a crack

The tar-black façade has let the light out for a peak

With the crack a fissure, and that

The darkest hour’s defeat the day light that will please

Smiles abounding, speakers sounding off

The time has come and to the beach, we worship Sol

It’ll be back, true we all know that

But here and now enjoy! Let the light take its toll