| Flaming Motorheads Wrapped inside my sharkskin steel I roar off screaming Me No mortal here to shift the gear Nor turn this Silver Key I become the Stingray Mustang Hungry bird of prey My balls bearing steel all others must yield to my green light's Divine Right of way My piston pounding Phallus of Iron Throbbing blur of sweet cherry red On this, my throne, I am as I wish I am Fear, I am Death, I am Dread |
| Blue Eyed Devils Wolf Packs of White Man,huddle in committee Warm their hands by the fire of destruction. Blind to spring's promise, He knows only the cold And the warmth of fresh blood in the snow. His new found Neutron campfire glow Casts his shadow on the moon His nature damned by frozen worlds Soul bleached by winters sun |
| EndGame This old man could die real good. If they let him, He'd let go. Shove off that shore he's known so long Set sail, unknown before. But cash flow keeps him going. Sixty cycle lie of life. They'll tie his hands to bedside and rob his weeping wife. They'll say he's got a chance somehow God ain't call his name. Sell your house,your car,your soul for six months more the same. He'll vegetate,regurgitate and shit right where he lies. The wife she'll come and vainly seek the life in death's own eye. It keeps the meat mill humming To swear that death's a lie The truth is, Sadly, sometime, You'll be glad to say goodbye |
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| Mama Don't Die She who bore me borne away in the span of a heartbeat and it's absence. There at my first breath and I at her last. Together at first and the end. Adrift and detatched at the moment long feared, CPR on a gas station driveway. Gone all but hope and the rhythm of trying one and two and three and four and five, breathe one and two and three and four and five, breathe one and two and three and four and five, breathe straining to hear the wailing of sirens, the wail in my soul past all hearing. |
| The Shadows of September The shadows of September, nineteen thirty nine, like ghastly Chinese puppets dance upon the screen of forgotten misery. The efficiency of blitzkrieg praised, it's consequence ignored. miscalculated cost in tears, blood in flood an exponential river. Damned the hand that loosed the beast, cursed the bugle's call. inflamed man's world ingest itself, in flames his cities fall. |
| Doom arrived on Tuesday as truth was fading fast Business plan exploded chaos come at last And rats shall eat the people as people eat their cats rats will eat the people and roaches eat the rats God's will is Einstein's theory His love in great plumes glow to satisfy the prophets in old books that told them so And rats shall eat the people as people eat the cats rats will eat the people and roaches eat the rats. |
| Four More Years |
| Love is a river Down which the lucky drift a lifetime of gentle cascades and swirling pools of wonder. From the mountain to the sea blessed are the truly baptized for lives lived in love are not wasted. Love is a river Jump in |