A Whistle And A Butterfly's Wing

A fabric piece made of space and time
A short cut to her room through a road of crime
A bread bowl soup turned upside down
A crawling back start shakes the spirit of this town

Now she bends low to spit out all the rest of the ranks
The ladder to success is short of just a few more planks
The hour glass feels lonely while left swimming on a beach
Yellow and hazy, she shakes off the sunlight out of her reach

A torn up road map left by a travelling band
A whistle and a butterfly's wing emerge from the sand
She blows so deep, She flaps so wild
Blue and dead, she is a hurricane child

Now she makes her way back home discovering with the map
A short cut to her room has fallen upon her lap
She crawls back to the start and to a higher place
Where she wears a fabric made of time and space

Mold Us Into One

The colour in the crayon and

The plants in the mud

The oil in the engine and

The tar on the road

They are molded in one

Won't you wanna mold us into one

Mold us into one

The suspense in the secret and

The shiver in the hail

The purr in the kitty and 

The fear in her mum

They are molded in one

Won't you wanna mold us into one

Mold us into one

The inhumanity in the king and

The greed in the queen

The lie in the newsprint and

The forbidden in the sin

They are molded in one

Won't you wanna mold us into one

Mold us into one

The prime in the one and

The even in the eight

The spin in the shake and

The kiss in the rain

They are molded in one

Won't you wanna mold us into one

Mold us into one

The love in her eye and

The pink in the hicky

The days in the week and

The time in the poetry

The hell in the mind and

The sunburn in the heat

The plastic in the cavity and

The injection in the skin

Won't you wanna mold us into one

Mold us into one

Mold us into one

I Am Always On The Road

I am always on the road
Breathing dust and chilling bones
She said you've got to stay here
My girl, but i've got no one

I am always on the road
Flashing lights, breaking stone
She said you're a slacker breed
My girl, she love that kind of feel

I am always on the road
Off the edge , overthrown
She said you're a liar and a thief
My girl, I just turned over a new tree

I am always on the road
Rage against the machines and so much more
She said, you will always be alone
My girl, will you ever take me home

Cotton Blue Sky

Came back home
For a while
I saw a thousand pretty kites
Fly high in the cotton blue
Sky

The wind was kind of dope
My mind was all afloat
I needed all of the
Space and time to
Relax

Its a swell day to go riding
Far out, heading east
Are we creatures, are we beasts?
You tell me

The blue skin
On the sky
It slowly peels, uncovers
All the chaos that it leaves
Behind

The water's been
Pumping lead
It's a poison you cant refrain
Spilling tox in the clear blue
Sky

Its a swell day to go riding
Far out, heading east
Are we creatures, are we beasts?
You tell me

It's time to leave
Home again
Airport food, bleeding ears
My head just cant take this
Daze

I left home, an empty bed
When i return, it will be the same
I am moving on
To where it
Rains

Its a swell day to go riding
Far out, heading east
Are we creatures, are we beasts?
You tell me

Forest Fire

Got handcuffed to my dream
I could not wake up
Left my foot in an escalator

Torn up between miles
From here on to Montreal
Got the cold bruise hit me hard on my face

Sleeping under ladders
Mirrors breaking over
Seven years have gone and i still don't feel good

My pulse is such a nail
Dead as the doorway
I have travelled all these miles to find it has been closed

My hands have all been tied
By the viens that run inside
I have locked myself to die in my own realm

Swallow storms of dust
My lungs are swollen sore
I cough up arrogance that burns out slow

Haunted by the lack
Lack of all that is known
I need someone to show me how it can be known

Struggling through this life
Like a bug in a forest fire
I came out alive but it wont be for too long

I am down
I am down
Down and under

I am down
I am down
Down and under

Shame (Haiku)

Got third hand champagne
For the champ, she was in pain
Rooftop high and stars

Ocean view and slime stone
The carpet moves way too slow
Beneath sliding floors

It must be shameful
I am begging for your love
It sure is shameful

Got trip when you called
Candle sticks out in the dark
Rain water and life

Corner room and wine
Cigarette smoke in the bake
Above clouds, we float

It must be shameful
I am begging for your love
It sure is shameful

Got name when you breathe
Fog lights in the dark of night
The chill, it sets me free

Whisper sins and dreams
Enchant me with a story
A spiral winding

It must be shameful
I am begging for your love
It sure is shameful

Lost control when you came by
Shame died like a fly
Felt like rain water and life

Paper Scissors Rock

My paper hands do much too harm
On this sheet that is full of ink
My detergent soul don't ease the pain
That is crowding in this sink
My empty bed dont make no sounds
When she is singing tunes from back in the day
My seven inch sin vessel is riding through
And the void is what is making it bray

My scissor mind, it ceases to breathe
When the paper, it wants to cut in
My dirt filled transperent gleam
Is what i use when i am feeling the pain
My damaged heartache never learns to die
When i am only looking for a kill
My wingless passion is not looking to fly
And the birds are now building a cage

My rock that has been flung
Is now one with the tsunami
The paper tries, the scissor dies
Cries out for a world that is not free
Her empty hands make me shiver
She sits silent through the guillotine
Curse or prayer or spell or bribe
No, that will never ever enchant me

This Poem Does Not Work

I got a hat that's made out of linen and silk
Got a shirt that's made out of wool
Got Socks that are made out of leather
Got a cotton lined pair of shoes

I got a TV screen that has a flush on its side
I can drain out of all of the boring crap
Got a bedroom heater that powers like a king
But it still doesn't keep me warm inside

I know
This will never work
But you don't know
That all i need to get these things to work is You
Yeah, it's You
Ohh, all i need is You

I got a toaster oven that runs on fuel
Got a smashed up car that runs on sand
Got a beach where i can't swim in the ocean
But the sun, it shines so damn bright

I got bar stolen coasters that i never use
Got a kitchen table where i make a mess
Got a blender where i blend no juices
Cause the water that runs tastes like lead

I know
This will never work
But you don't know
That all i need to get these things to work is You
Yeah, it's You
Ohh, all i need is You

I got a do care, swing low style of love
Got an empty wallet to back it all up
Got a don't care, sword high style of hate
Got a real loud mouth to follow it up

I got dead plant pots that i use for an ashtray
Got dirty rotten eggs on my breakfast plate
Got a hundred dollar bill for a parking ticket
That i just won't pay till my car gets towed

I know
This will never work
But you don't know
That all i need to get these things to work is You
Yeah, it's You
Ohh, all i need is You

I got jackets in my closet covered up in soot
I got Bod Dylan records that are all so scratched
I got sixty nine positions that i can think of
When i am thinking of doing Yoga with you

I got a big bad heartache from the morning before
Got dreams to heal it all
Got a loser ambition and a real long drive
Got the dictionary open where the word says "Paradox"

I know
This will never work
No, no, no
This will never work

The Other Side Of Hell

Rain is in the air
But who really cares?
My mind is blank as it was
Detox and refresh, life's a pause

Look at earth, it's not green
But has anyone heard a scream?
Your body is lava as it was
I am living in a trap, i am a mouse

Take me to the other side of hell
Where the fire's burning slow
Its a heat you can pretend to like
Just like i

Camouflage is in the air
But is there anyone real?
Your colours seem to fade
I hide so well in a disapperaing shade

Look at sunshine, it blinds your eye
But who cares if they are all right?
My intentions are weak and wrong
Somebody better find this song

Take me to the other side of hell
Where the fire's burning slow
Its a heat you can pretend to like
Just like i

Take me to the other side of hell
Where the fire's burning slow
Its a heat you sure cant like
Just like u cant like anymore

Moonstrung

And i just strung the moon
My camel's on its way
I see your face in a cage
Breaking sand dunes on this page

The pencil's broken blue
Submerged in all of its shaves
I sense you longing for clouds
Using the mirage as pieces of shroud

The doctor, she holds the needles
The nurse, he weeps in pain
They took all the sheets that drenched
Out a desire to fulfil their need for the stench

They prescribe what's on their mind
Drug addled in a world of coin
The safety is in signatures
The pencil is in the hands of a forger

The aquarium cleaner sits down to think
How he has forgotten all about love
As bubbles of fluid sink between his teeth
The song of sea weeds grab him by his feet

Now he stares at the glass with one eye closed
As his friends swim around in circles
He is trying to erase his life with his past
And has stopped to think about the future

The astronomer, she sits half naked
While online daters send her notes of love
But she is too busy watching pornography
And the rent cheque is due for two months

While she feels so cluelessly estranged
From her family, she once let go
She makes an attempt to send a note of hope
But the page is wrinkled and torn

The wedding singer plays tunes at sunset
While the divorce lawyer irons his tie
The bride and the groom are craving attention
And the pencil fits so strong in his hands

She sings pages and pages of soul
As he sinks so deep in her cage
The bride and the groom are now on top of the moon
While he slowly gets poisoned with his own lead

Yes, it seems i have strung the moon
And my camel's on its way
I see your face each and every day
Carving sand dunes from inside of the cage

I lie sick here on a bed of shaves
And the pencil's broken blue
The clouds have now gone into hiding
Shrouding this page to replace your mirage as its face

This Is Goodbye

This is goodbye
This is goodbye
This is the end we've been waiting for

I was stuck on the side street
Rummaging through the scrap
Of all my yesterlife

I was blown up on toxic
Doped up on fatality
I am feeling up the toll

This is goodbye
This is goodbye
This is the end we've been waiting for

They called me a hero
They called me a bore
My limbs have all been sore

They called me a teacher
They called me a whore
I have never been so torn

This is goodbye
This is goodbye
This is the end we've been waiting for

I look like a swamp
I look like a tree
Chopped off to make paper

I look like tar
I look like a cake
A truck just ran over

This is goodbye
This is goodbye
This is the end we've been waiting for

They threw me a bone
They fed me a bomb
I can't digest no more

They threw me a net
I wasn't looking for help
But the bait was much too strong

This is goodbye
This is goodbye
This is the end we've been waiting for

I was looking for hope
I was screaming for love
i was and i won't anymore

You saw through my flaws
You knew my needs
And i won't complain anymore

This is goodbye
This is goodbye
This, this right here, is the end