Sunday, January 16, 2005

Fallacy [lyrics]

 

Don't listen to a word they say

They live out of fear anyway

From behind the pulpit lies are spread

His name means peace and life

They all have said


But their hands are red

And their souls are dead

With rituals and fear they all are fed

That's why I fucking fled


Fuck all the prophets who say they've seen

Visions and angels in their dreams

Well tell me prophet, what does it mean

When I've never seen a fucking thing


But their hands are red

And their souls are dead

With rituals and fear they all are fed

That's why I fucking fled


Just believe

Just believe

Just believe

Believe and you will see

A goddamn fallacy


Yes their hands are red

And their souls are dead

With rituals and fear they all are fed

That's why I fucking fled

Yes that’s why I fucking fled. 


[2004]

Saturday, October 16, 2004

21

 

Twenty-one

Diapers and

Phone calls and

Shopping malls

Snuff out the

One decent

Afternoon

We could use

To be free

Like the birds

We once were

Could we leave

All this mess

And drop the

To-do lists

Today?

Because

Twenty-one

Years go by

In a blink

Of an eye

So they say.


[2004]

Monday, August 23, 2004

Anger Tree

 

A burning fire inside my soul

Deeper and deeper a hole it has dug

It's like a tiny whirlpool inside a bowl

And I am lost in the water like a helpless bug.

Round and round and round I go

Where I should stop, nobody knows

This feeling is like a seed that I shall sow

And soon all this nonsense will make it grow.

Now this feeling a giant tree

Winding powerfully into the sky

Its branches stretch out for all to see

This strange feeling is like a tornado inside

Twisting

Twisting

Twisting

Twisting ...until finally it explodes. 


[1996]


Saturday, October 4, 2003

Not Tonight

 

He came home

He smiled

Wryly

He did not see me

Not tonight.

In the soundproof

Walls of my

Heart

I cry out to him

He does not hear me

Not tonight.

I only need

A slice

Of nice

A morsel

Of empathy

Instead the wine

Of his misunderstanding

Drunkens me.


[2003]

Sunday, September 7, 2003

Jump

 

Adjourn my heart to yours

Take care and lift me in

To dwell inside your flesh

A home.


We don't need to sign the blues

In our impetus love

Only die so we may live

Breathe deep

Take my hand

Jump.


[1999]

Tuesday, October 1, 2002

At Home

 

Take all the pleasures of this world

The flashy cars and latest styles

Front-row parking and youth-filled vials.

For me?

Give me the flash of her smile.


Take all the peaceful moments in a day

A luxurious bubble bath

A shady chair and Grapes of Wrath

For me?

Give me the pitch of her laugh.


With all that life can promise me

In success out my front door

Today I'll take the joy and motherly pride in store

At home. 


[2002]

Saturday, November 24, 2001

Weak

 

Like the resilient surf

Beats violently the shore

So does a lover's fist

In absent blows

Yet meek voices whisper

Desperate prayers

Consoled in arms

Now wet with tears

Which administered the scars

With the years

Despondent hope now

Sallow, empty sockets.

She cries

Then dies.


[1997]

P.S. I love you

She dared not open her lips to speak. Her mouth was already full of his name.