Shadow on the wall

Like a shadow on the wall
reluctant petals of an old flower
Walking down the street
fear in her aroma

In the graffiti something hides
looming and conspiring
Something in the writing
that puts terror in the old

The night's lamp light
illuminates her expression
prudent and anxious
ambling carefully like a shadow on the wall

The city can be an abrasive realm
danger lurking somewhere in the darkness
The neon light of the city center is no savior
better stay indoors get your shadow off the wall

The shape of the world

The shape of the world got away from me
A little piece of pessimism made it's way into my hand
but tomorrow I drop it like gravity wants me to
Oh great bulge cold at both ends what do we make of you

Great world that harbors us
We the hardness and the softness temporary evidence
We the emptiness and the fullness, the concurrence and the dissidence
We the seaweed on reef of political tides

Ignoring the very rock our roots cling to
The shape of the world got away from thee
If form could translate into words the earth would be a complex language
Satellites send us all we need and somehow we communicate pushing that metal out

Great mass that found it's fortunate position in the system
Look at us
We the good for nothing assumers continuing to baby boom
worship brands and consume

We whose personal version of stupid rings more pleasantly
with sweet bias sauce evidently
When the shape of the world humbles us
It's no longer about the bigger, better, faster illusory rush

Befriend today

Dust caught in the Wind expands and contracts
taking off and landing from the dirt road
source of all worry
Yet leave the shack behind
The broken broom the gossip foyer
the lost little hands of time

Indeed walk on unknowing of the danger and incidents
The peril that could come running back faster than memory
To stone you to death with a love quite misunderstood
and grieve over your body
holding the flag of the broken broom

Indeed trust that the winds of yesterday consume everything
from bad intentions to the open exhibition of loathing
For today may transform your thoughts and feelings
If you choose to befriend it, embrace it and tell it the truth
Ah little is lost my friends except expendable dust
Be the heir of today and recieve it´s inheritance

breathe it´s abundance
The source of all worry belongs in the past

To the city state of nirvana

There are many ways to arrive at nirvana
Accustom yourself to the saddle and the rhythm of the trott
Amuse yourself with the sweat of your brow
Relish mosquito and horsefly bites
Gratefully gallop into a violent meditation
Then get used to the taste of tired horse

How to amaze the folk

Give them the curtain the color of zest
A whole new pattern easy to digest
They´ll pay to pull it across their faces no questions asked
their brains serve as rails

Wow them with a parade
Mobile billboards that shine and sway
Glitter and confetti drizzling down
Excitement runs through the raw heart

like children opening and slamming doors in a clapboard house
Like passionfruit seeds shattering in a blender
Turn up the music
appeal to their senses

When it gets dark draw them across
Just like curtains that are certain to be tamed by a boss
prisons and asylums for those that get lost

Chameleons of the ocean

Colorful storms huddle together on the horizon
Sweeping across and irrigating the seas
slowly changing shape and color like chameleons
crawling toward the land with apetites

Seaside cities founded on dreams of prosperity
Foyer pillars built to emulate the soundness of democracy
The chameleons push the sea into the court yards
Dogs swim looking for an exit

Picnic baskets float and fuzzy sunlight pulls through
even through the haze of humid air
Dominated by the chameleons
Families stand welcoming them at the new shore

Change is all we can ever hope for

Official court of post life retribution

Breathe down the competition's neck
The food of life's harvester is half optimistic
The chase is half of life's excitement
Sometimes you can trade goods and smiles with them


Bring the career up step by step
sincerely climbing up to the landing
where the reaper will collect his debt
to the sound of voluptuous angels singing

Supernatural police breathe down the ethereal neck
as phantom barristers do the sin to good deed ratio check
How much did one buy in and how much did one sell out
There's an estate in purgatory if the jury raises doubts

I guess I'll see you there
where one can present karmic tax returns to certify or bear