He cannot display unto you.

He came through like a storm lighting up the whole sky.
But don't forget the rain are the very tears from his eyes.

And the aftermath is his belly in disguise.
Ravaging ingesting that which he doesn't despise.

For despot is King in his well.
From which the emptiness doth swell.

Girls, Don't let the rhythm fool you,
the earth shaking disown you,
for he doesn't even know you,
no he doesn't even owe you.

Your momentary lapse of cognizance won't save you.
Know that it will only slave you.
Know it will deeply enslave you.
His ratchet and racket is meant to disarm you.
His rickety rocket is meant to maim you
His antithesis army will engage and claim you.
But he cannot love you.
He has his ways but he cannot display unto you.
He cannot give in, he cannot give in
And his love is designed to despair you from within.
Designed to desiccate you within.

His anger will always get the best of him
and he may think it, act it, live it
but in reality he'll never win.

His Hero

There was so much left to save, but with limited resources his heart just didn't have the strength.
He left with his tail tucked deeply between his legs.
And what he left behind was a prayer that from this we would all grow.

Staring out onto the street, curled up with his legs under. This furry friend we've all made. I imagine he is waiting, looking, and wondering why his best friend, his savior, his hero, rarely comes home anymore. And for him my soul bleeds.

When you take a wounded soul under your wings, for the betterment of man, of our world, at what point is it okay to say no, no more, it's time to let go.

It's one thing to shelter a child from a storm, a whole other to shelter a grown man
from the path, his road. And to bring in this furry creature into our home, who would one day become this pillar of sadness for me, well that was something we could never have known.

For this, my little four-footed whiskered critter, is where my heart suffers most.

The Princess who kissed the Frog

My feet hurt
for standing too long
in the shower line
waiting for you
to pick up the phone
on the other end
it rang rang rang to no avail

And she's survived the rain storms all to well
But she looks to me I know she does
I can see
and when the month ends
it will be just she and me
her and I
me and she, no three
What tree, down ward facing dog,
God do you believe?
I dare not ask the sexy slut fiends

I can barely force myself to stay awake
Barely staying alive
sustained by this life support
breaking into a sweat
filling up with vomit
Here on this vine
drinking this wine
where my soul is gradually being cleaned out
Two years and counting

But there it is
I got what I want
You always get what you want
whether it be
la boheme, ladies and art
and now
It is time to move on.

Some iridescent plane to take you far away from this place
Some incandescant town nearby a magical fairy tale space
I woke up thinking
Yes, I think its time.
For yet another game a magic spell to cast
between my teeth
some different sheaths

But you cannot run away from yourself
You can only run towards the truth
You can run into the woods
But chances are you are too big for the trees
So pack a toothbrush
We're going abroad
To find the Princess who created a Prince when she kissed the Frog.

I vow to suffer

I'm sorry I shouldve come alone
My fear it taketh over
Next time I'll know better

So I say

Today was a debut of sorts
Birds of a feather
You would've been an outsider
But still I wished all together
Even considered
Fear completely taken over

Then it was over
Much better to suffer
From now on I vow to suffer
From here on out I vow to suffer

Killing Time and Sanity Slips

Shears in the nursery, life by a wasps nest.
hoe weeds then potted cactus in the rough.

Ladies staring me down in their langley loving gowns
friends so many who don't frown
I can sense it Don't get me down

Licking things together we wander
Family fidelity this town
Slipping sliding I'm gyrating under
I don't mean to scare there
But a Change is abound

Freaking myself out
Alone and ablunder
Is there room to have you living here under
The same roof tin roof Rustin
Would you care sleepovers and other boys
trustin the gardenin the pullin of weeds
Laughter and love helps me with the things that I need

But generous love will batten down the hatches at the beach
And leave me in the desert cultivating in this heat
Even though I can hear the girls sayin no girl no
Freedom amidst the memories makes it bittersweet and sanity slips
That's when I want recognizance near
That's when I miss recognizance here
Even though I say it's over my dear, there is something in my heart
In this house, that tells me
In order to be, I cannot go on living here.

Alone with the kitty. Who makes me sad and lonely.
These bohemian streets.
Though I love the thought. I'm only
killing time here.

The Owner of Encino

He's gutting windows and popping pills
He's got seven children and golden gills
He's got wings coming out of his shoulder
And a belt made of steel

I'm sad and sickened and horrified at once
He said he'd make it all better and continued to pounce
His time is drawing nearer to an end he's not 27 anymore
By this age things must be underway you are getting kind of old

He's up to his old habits shopping nabisco biscuit
He's got no insight so very little control
He's jaded and he's bitter
He's not willing to own

It's empty where his heart once stood
His children are alone
A caregiver he could've been but unwilling to conform
even a little bit to grow away from where he's gone
Unwilling to let go
The kids neglected with no clothes

I'm shopping for things to fill up this
empty perception of a basket
But then I turned the corner
and found the shopping cart was full.
I am always willing to find ways to avoid the eternal casket
When the empire of Encino falls
I'll take it to the hills.

Hollow Fear Pain Grind

Who are those people I've played in rock bands with?
Some olympic medal souls cracking of a whip
Stealing of hearts, bodies and mind, including mine
left over hollow fear pain grind

God I followed with all my heart
One foot behind the other
Deliberate head down smart
Marching willing purposefully blind
Swallowing masterful dysfunction arrogance
Drinking it down with wine

I've begged and begged each and everyone to stay
Down on my knees, face tear-stained
But in the end I could not hold what was not
meant to stay

Some say
Part fabulous, party dirty
one day clean,
Next day tattered, disheveled, rock n' roll queen
Living some circus life vagabond dream

I haven't managed to love you the right way
We haven't managed to meet in the middle
half way
She gives - we take, You take - I leave but nothing,
nowhere, never, no how, never land seems to breathe

Giving soft prodding along
Diligently loving gilded and gray
But I feel accomplished
I gave it my all
I'm not saying stop, goodbye
Nothing like that this fall

For seasons change and feelings
fold
old mold or turn to gold
In the spring
we shed our skin
me and love, rock 'n roll soul
Will live on and reconvene

But I am letting go of the body
for that which too tightly
I could not control.