Oct 24, 2005
The Cognitive Mind (or many ways to express)
digital, 10-2005
untitled
You who sit
In despair
With couching demons
In the
Air
With
Tormented
Pursuit
And fledging youth
With congregated merry tooth
Who can say?
This world today
I just play
Play
Play
Play
More On The Poet
The Poet
This world this way
No one can say
That I have seen a better day
When all is fine
And all is good
When all is well
As it should
I’m not the one
To let you know
But I am the one to let it show
This light
This light
So bright
This light
Wake up
Get up
You ancient plight
Prophetic Storm
Please now tell
Me
This sordid canopy
I’ve got
Nothing
But words
To stand for me
You have just got to do
And figure out this way to clue
The ancients on their wicked scheme
The paranoid
The blessed scene
With cocaine blues
And heroine eyes
The fantasy by and by
What to do?
And where to go
When all is sex and dreaded snow
See south beach and Cancun
And all the rest
Making our bed
Never rest,
Rest.
On the Hurricanes
So here we are the all of us
This epic
Battle
This epic lust
I’m not the one to shine so bright
I am the one to reveal the light
You who judge
Judge only you
And try to figure on something to do
But here I sit
This epic tune
This candy land
This typhoon
Shut the door your days are through
Your Dandelion and all that’s new
My, my what a story
Glad there isn’t more than glory
Wild Man Gift and so
Now one thing is certain. This gift of mine
How can I manage
How can I shine
I’m lost between
A torrid escape
Where forces that be
Wait
Wait
And I for me cannot prevail
Thinking like a common snail
But still the only thing to do
Is random gated and with avail
So here I sit words still
More
Come out my hands like
Future more
And still I sit this epic tune
This freedom fight
This all swoon.
And when the music hits the stage
The people will come
The people will pray.
You who sit
In despair
With couching demons
In the
Air
With
Tormented
Pursuit
And fledging youth
With congregated merry tooth
Who can say?
This world today
I just play
Play
Play
Play
More On The Poet
The Poet
This world this way
No one can say
That I have seen a better day
When all is fine
And all is good
When all is well
As it should
I’m not the one
To let you know
But I am the one to let it show
This light
This light
So bright
This light
Wake up
Get up
You ancient plight
Prophetic Storm
Please now tell
Me
This sordid canopy
I’ve got
Nothing
But words
To stand for me
You have just got to do
And figure out this way to clue
The ancients on their wicked scheme
The paranoid
The blessed scene
With cocaine blues
And heroine eyes
The fantasy by and by
What to do?
And where to go
When all is sex and dreaded snow
See south beach and Cancun
And all the rest
Making our bed
Never rest,
Rest.
On the Hurricanes
So here we are the all of us
This epic
Battle
This epic lust
I’m not the one to shine so bright
I am the one to reveal the light
You who judge
Judge only you
And try to figure on something to do
But here I sit
This epic tune
This candy land
This typhoon
Shut the door your days are through
Your Dandelion and all that’s new
My, my what a story
Glad there isn’t more than glory
Wild Man Gift and so
Now one thing is certain. This gift of mine
How can I manage
How can I shine
I’m lost between
A torrid escape
Where forces that be
Wait
Wait
And I for me cannot prevail
Thinking like a common snail
But still the only thing to do
Is random gated and with avail
So here I sit words still
More
Come out my hands like
Future more
And still I sit this epic tune
This freedom fight
This all swoon.
And when the music hits the stage
The people will come
The people will pray.
Oct 7, 2005
The medicated populace
The treason and the government
The totalitarian lords
The conscience devil
The troubadour
The mason
The Carpenter
The 4nicater
No escape
indeed yes, ours is the time to take the torch, what shall we do?
shall we sit idle by, as the end falls helplessly in our lap?
who but we, can do, what He has always dreamed.
Not an enemy of man, no.
Yours is the challenge
to indeed, eat from the hook of righteousness.
The treason and the government
The totalitarian lords
The conscience devil
The troubadour
The mason
The Carpenter
The 4nicater
No escape
indeed yes, ours is the time to take the torch, what shall we do?
shall we sit idle by, as the end falls helplessly in our lap?
who but we, can do, what He has always dreamed.
Not an enemy of man, no.
Yours is the challenge
to indeed, eat from the hook of righteousness.
