time vs batteries

time heals all wounds
but it kills batteries
new wounds heal the old ones
time just gives cavities
time heals all wounds
tell that to your batteries

to be whole

take the poison, no not out of my veins
I'll be okay, if it remains
take the venom, not off of my tongue
it has been there, since before I was young
look past the malice, that shines in my eyes
this neither, is the burden of my cries
leave the hatred, that boils even in my finger tips
just a little love, can easily overcome this
pass over the pride, that starts at my toes and reaches my skull
it is there, I know, therefore I try to drive it dull
forget the greed that tightens my jaw
ignore the mind that aids me to easily fall
my soul, though...it is my soul - as you well know
these subsidiary stains would suffocate, if this cancer were cut from my soul
it has been there forever, and never have I ever felt whole.

to be

to be a-lone - by - my - self
time I enjoy - by - my - self
to dream I think - and think I dream
to be a dream - of some one else
to be a dream - a - dream - it - self
can't be a spring - without a summer
can't be a spring - without a winter
can't learn to fail - without a fall
to dream to fall - we don't often do
from a fall - we learn what we do
the sun - and - the moon
at the same time - at the right time
we know where they're going - we know where they've been
we know where they're going - not like it use to be
the world is round now - not like it use to be
just fine the way it is - as it was the way it was
it is fine to be - they way you are
to be better - is always near or always far
it is or it's not - as simple as push or pull
get a smaller glass
and it won't be half empty - or half full
I want to - I - really - do
no - not whatever you want me to do
I want you to do - whatever you want to do
and for you to be happy - with whatever I want to do
and then I will do - whatever you want me to do
it is not about me - it's about you
for me - but for you - no not about you
for me but for you - no not about you
but it is - you see?
don't you see - don't you see?
I do hope - that you see
and then you can be - whatever you will be
and see not - what you want to see
but see - what you see
the world is not flat - and a fall is not a fall
if the glass in your head - fits the draw

life can be brittle...

peanut brittle in the basement...
no so simple,
not so trite.
peanut brittle in the guest room
where there has been no guest
for many a night...

what does this mean?
what do we do?
not else but this:
we must move
we must flee
leave this wicked brittle
to whomever it may be.
for life is not free
and mine is worth more
than peanut brittle
to me.

why, why...and why - or maybe just peace

peace
as they say
sure, sounds great.
between you and I?
we'll see
(please)
as I lean by
the window
(of peace)
all I have to do
fall through
and then I,
will have peace...with you?
...
why can't you lean?
why must I do all the work?
why can't I (dream)?
why can't I - why, why, and why?
...
so I must sacrifice?
I must...sacrifice...
to have peace - with you?
in truth, that's all I've ever
really wanted to do
all I've ever
really wanted to do
is just have peace with you.
the problem is
(me)
admitting it
why am I so stubborn?
why am I so hard?
(my heart)
why do I struggle,
struggle, and struggle?
and fight, to keep my guard?
I scream I thrash I tear I rip
inside
(and I haven't a clue)
what must I do?
what must I, you, we - do?
you must realize
I'm not talking about me
I'm talking about you.
I'm talking about you.

the land of the free

the land of the free
that seems
to no longer be
no, we are enslaved again
- do not fear -
rejoice!
do not act like you did not know
we have again - proudly - enslaved our people
as we are taught to
at the earliest ages
we are experiencing the greatest slavery
of all
in our country with limitless virtue
individually
and as a whole
- as a nation -
we are proud
to be enslaved
to ourselves
the most wonderful slavery of all
the most fulfilling
glorious
slavery of all
you, doubter!
tell me what else matters?

sometimes...

I don't always think
in the same ways
a little different
my mind plays
for example - today
or tonight, I should say
driving
not a cloud in the sky
not either a star
and there, what a pretty red light I saw
as I nearly pass through
in my car
if not for habit
I would have not a clue
about some of the things
I sometimes do

oh what a God

oh what a God
to not give us
what we
scream
for

oh what a God
- we pray and pray -
to not
always
give us what we
wail
for
to not always give us
simply
what we
want

oh what a God
if it were me
I would probably laugh
as I shake my head
as I watch
as I watch your misery
that you begged for, feebly
- as I watch -
that I gave you, freely.

Posthumous words to Vinsuego

Vinsuego
you died today
or maybe yesterday
whenever it was that I realized
you weren't asleep,
sideways,
on the blue imitation pebbles
in your bowl
which desperately needed to be cleaned
but i guess
not as bad as it does now
since, you're still there
(but not)
we never really talked
(honestly)
not even with our eyes
but I'll miss you all the same
I assumed - and I still do -
that you were a male
forgive me if I'm wrong
I wish you the best, bright blue fish
and I do hope that you are where you belong.

defective soul

i heard of a defective soul
today
a defective soul
what does it mean
to have a defective soul?
hollow?
hidden from society?
starving - ravenous
a quick fix for the soul
anything
the smallest bite
a defective soul
of how much do i know?
of how much do i know?
perhaps it is you?
perhaps it is me.
in the sunlight
plain to see
no so far from society
not so far from you and me
never mind that though
just two words i heard in a show