fucked warrior
draws rusted memory blood
(distant history sword rips time-sinews
tears through the stifling womb of
pre-programmed sunrise high)
money-magic-miasma-machines
powdered teeth stucko facades
tast of acid metallic dreams
How much should we charge to advertise the fall
of man inside your visions as you sleep tonight
death-colored garments hide the skeletal
intentions...
Drum roll (rattly snare)
Taps on the bugle (off-key)
Wake up to another fantasy
one where you are sure to be the master
take a hammer to the thing
hammer of the god's
break the ice & the dam
the flood is only cleansing
survive
(don't die again)
survive this time
(don't die the millionth death)
save her this time
(don't loose grasp of your angel again)
she is summoning the heavens for
you
let her in this time
through the twisted wreckage
the damaged valves,
corroded pahtways
the burnt cartilage
(let her light inside to heal the
broken places)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
In all the infinite ways
I write my life
( I am always in love with you)
In every alternate reality
wherever you enter my history
my now
(we are spirits expanding into immeasurable joy)
Your softness shoots through the loose accumulation of
molecules that I am
your sweet passion ignites the nuclear
reaction
inside my angel-brain
Nothing is the same
it re-writes the past
burns away everything but you and I
the world is only kindling
for US
I write my life
( I am always in love with you)
In every alternate reality
wherever you enter my history
my now
(we are spirits expanding into immeasurable joy)
Your softness shoots through the loose accumulation of
molecules that I am
your sweet passion ignites the nuclear
reaction
inside my angel-brain
Nothing is the same
it re-writes the past
burns away everything but you and I
the world is only kindling
for US
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
It's a star spangled shot
(lightning bolt in hell)
Got a snowball for ya as soon
as you can crack the code
(gimme the aspect and the node
baby)
Show me your sun-sign
in the dark
(gimme your truth serum
and fire away)
I can take the blast
at point blank range
(let loose with both barrells.
for once in your life
show somebody whatch-you-really-
got)
(lightning bolt in hell)
Got a snowball for ya as soon
as you can crack the code
(gimme the aspect and the node
baby)
Show me your sun-sign
in the dark
(gimme your truth serum
and fire away)
I can take the blast
at point blank range
(let loose with both barrells.
for once in your life
show somebody whatch-you-really-
got)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Love Poem by Lawrence Harwood (1923)
we gave ourselves
we gave the farm we
gave grandaddy's gold from the war
we sold his saber and revolver too
Mama's good silver and china
tore our souls to pieces
ran the wagon into the ground
all the horses too
(and I'd give all this and more
if I had to give it away again
just for a minute or two
or more with you)
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