A beautiful lie

My dearest little boy
Fret naught as you shut your eyes
for wonders await you in dream land
as this day dies.

For there are millions and billions of kids
beyond the veil of the darkness of your room
so sleep my sweet little child and soon
you will be in the dreamland of the children of the world.

There are playgrounds and jungle gyms like you wouldn't believe
so fantastic that I assure you, not even daddy could perceive
of what fun you will have in your beautiful dream
but to get there, don't be late: and he drifts off to sleep.

Time Travel is a Mental State

Yesterday is today is tomorrow.
See only now and you'll have no sorrow
But to lose track of time
guarantees the lost mind.

In Time I've seen such amazing things
With a moment to think I lose my world
I graduate college and end up with a different girl
But I'd give it all up to get off this tilt-a-whirl.

The key is dissonance and distracting my brain
Destroying deep thought so I can attain the same
Dark and dreary moments of devilish un-truth
Come out when I relive my youth and/or see soothe-

Because yes, they can happen at the exact same time
as way leads unto way and reality unwinds

is any of it real or does it happen in the mind?
why am I so exhausted when I'm back to this life?

Dear GOD! Is this a gift or a curse that I own?

Surrounded by people and yet I'm alone

and if I am there, is there here? Where's home?

Forever exists when: all of time, you can roam.

Yesterday is tomorrow is today and so forth

when you lose track of time, you become something more.

View from immortality

These Carnal woes do not desist
but plague my fecund mortal mind
and yet I know eternity
between the two I'm blind.

and though I walk the valley of life
I do not see the living
those I see poorly exist
with such smiles unforgiving.

wouldn't a tale of times gone by
abate their paltry claim to suffer
No.
For man so loves his petty pains
sincerity: he'd never entreat.

yet still I lay aghast at them:
these ants who move their grains of sand,
their personal devils sitting at close demand
while holding these souls in the palm of their hands
as they devour such helpings at the table of fear.

What peculiar creatures I live among
but I do not bellittle their plight
rather I pity them for their nothings
for it breaks my heart: those suffering
simply because they can not believe.

Idea Monster

Sometimes I feel like this body isn't real/ like I'm trying to break out of a cell that spells jail.
What if the power on the inside could be acted without/ An abstract concept like non-verbal shouts.  At times I feel skinny and sometimes I feel fat and sometimes I'm amorphous indescribable, abstract/ the motions are the same and my form lives in my head/ sending signals to this shell that can live or be dead but what is living in a form that disgusts you/ distrust you 'cuz I'm here to tell ya man, you are the most likely to bust you.  If god gave me power and immortality, this world would have a hard time trying to reckon me.  Vampires have the weakness of night/ I have the sight in my mind to be something that can't be described/ imbibe my thought sheople! Because you'll never think like me.  To have vision unencumbered by your fears is ecstasy!  I have never feared death 'cuz in my mind I'm alive and fuck past lives I can't see a time I ever died.  Like a lost spirit trapped in a fragile, breakable frame/  I have the memory of immortality locked in my brain.  Don't call me insane! I am not some cheap crazy knock off/  I'm the kind of thinker that has potential to break a whole block off/  Depending on the challenge I am more than what meets the eye/ if seeing is believing, ama have to ask you to try/ to believe in what is abstract because I've never been here/ I'm the truth without the bullshit when I want to be, I'm an idear.  I stack the deck because I represent all moments of chance and advance when those around me fall on good circumstance and I can still feel your thoughts your feelings and emotional instability/  Stop thinking so loud cuz, you'll think yourself to sterility and there's nothing like a mind that can't be fecund with ideas/ trust me, I just see and feel the thoughts of my peers.  College kids are probably about the easiest to read/ "I'm so stressed," "I'm so horny" "If you cut me, do I not bleed?"/
It's a shame that at a time of learning some people are one dimensional/  It's all too coincidental if you ask me, it's intentional.  I feel with full range and I'm a nut in society/ but I've known my share of fame and there's nothing more lonely than notoriety/ and piety:  these little fuckers think they're blessed for not cursing/  but I don't want to hear the speech you little actors have been rehearsing.  If you truly knew god you'd see he's cruel and he's kind/ but chaos motivates this existence like some are motivated by Kine.  So legalize that shit and try it, maybe open up your mind and if it's not for you don't take the medicine from people on hard times.  I believe in the life I'm living and I'm not ashamed of the life I lived but I would like to break this barrier and become the idea that I've always been.

The wake

Devil's in the doorway- shepherd's just beyond
I fear'd I might just see ye
In the great beyond.

The war that we a' seed
And fought the winding way
Is naught compared tae silence
At close of winter's day.

'Tis good tae know to win
'Tis better how tae lose
I'd love tae live forever
But then I'd a' tae choose

Which battle I can win
And which I'd a' tae lose
I'd rather a' life fulfilled
Then endless days of youth.

So here I am, the old man
Here I am the child
The devil's in the doorway
And the frame is half a mile.

Devil in the doorway, shepherd's just beyond

"I stand in doorways with cloven hoof
And words as sweet as pois’n
To fix the mend we all defend
that is free will of man."

Arrested with our minds in tune
To all the glory we consume
In life ephemeral we will bloom
And then descend the wretched tomb.

And yet his wings outstretch and cradle

Or give appearance of the warmth
That greets us in our mortal comfort
With what we fathom as real.

I’m not a meal to his delight
But ev’n I don’t have the sight
For I can’t tell you with these words
The dangers of the mindless herd.

"The Shepard brings the flock to keep
But see me now, this angel weeps
For first before you cross the door
You’ll see him there and he’ll offer more.

I offer only peace in death
And yet you’d have the life of fire
The burning relief of your desire
And things that you can touch and feel-

For this you’ll be his feast at dusk
You’ll never make it through the door
But in for this wink, he’ll offer more
And for one life he’ll give you more."

A Pirate Song

I take to the galley I took to the sea
And one and one and one that's three
So I swung to the left and you just hit me
So I swung to the right, what's this trickery?

You're dancing in triples and two of you's ghosts
That's quite a good trick to be three of a bloke
And you all look alike so I say we get pokes
In the salty saloon down by sugar cane ropes-

That sit on the ships down in old yonder dock
If we can't fight with swords we'll fight with our cock-
a-mamey schemes we hatched on our way here
to sink these old schooners and drink some more beers-

And we'll watch those crotchety captains get all up in arms
And shout, "keep it steady!" As they intend us much harm-

But if we be shot then we'll fall in the drink
And we'll haunt those sea Barron's
With our funk and our stink
And we'll have forever to go sailing.