You don't need any machines to be
perfect

To be aware of all things
(to put an end to:
somebodieness,
the need to aquire,
the need to release,
the need itself

not needing to not need
not needing to let go
or let come

To see the light underneath
(all things)

Sometime before we jumped
it all rang true

(Some of these people can actually fly
and
they don't die)

Surprising how the insane ones
like having me around
(when they're on the
ground)

Fringe dreams of
anarchy speed
and destitution

Slipped over
the edge again
(I been long gone ever since)


Way back when she told me the
secret of the empty spaces
behind the blood stained rusted
razors

(She's got this thing about leavin'
home livin'
on the wasted time of
something
forgotten)

Let the bloodshot
memories
stay splattered

Life is a buckshot/birdshot-gun
blast in the dark
Sparks illuminate our true faces
(sometimes)

Some part of me is Broken
And cannot be fixed
Skulls carved into my skin
Years of psychic wars
left me fragile and alone
my woman is a Goddess
I've never Known

We stall the visions
(run interference on our own
headgames)

cradle fear with kid gloves
and smash the simple flowers
of love we know

(old but true,
let them grow)

We never show the truth
these days
(work so hard to be clever,
cool)

Who told you that emotions/
sensitivity/passion/vulnerability

are not powerful
are not good