Lassie survives the apocalipse

The river has almost entirely dried
It is indeed a long ugly wound sun fried
One that spans the length of the land through each town
Like that line of worry off your brow

The rotten clay now exposed
The needy bend and lap water directly from the shallow creek
rags around them to warm them when night is a fridge
The strange dog watches from the ridge

They march on past a thousand abandoned mansions
and try to find an abode less haunted as evening expands
less soup kitchen to the demons and their blood thirsty plights
The chimes of their dinner bells echoing calamity into the night

Scratch a living as the sky is now where morning swims
As the strange dog steadily picks his first victims
Blood to satiate a thirst so deep it brings on repugnant groans
Why, they don't question the fall of one of their own

As the unfortunate person is taken to the ground
devoured by this outlandish strange hound
They just look on as if they won't be the next feast
and the howling demons scream for a piece

Yet the hound won't share the carcass
And taunts the unholy in the darkness
and the demons cry bitterly as the smell of the blood
sends them into contorted fits while the dog smiles blissfully

Modern wicca's market

All the witch doctors are conspiring against me
Their ghost threads and offerings mix into my psyche
No they don't know the weight of the beaten track
and the poor souls who spent their penny
trying to bring me into their lives

The tables full of herbs and roots and spells of attack
Not single a incantation distracts me from the track
And even as I'm checking out of this supermarket world
I deny them the change but never the goodbye
over the counter desperation in her eyes

As if we owe some obedience like a royal garter
But not a piece of anyone can be bartered
This world is not a convenient transaction
You insist your credit buys magical spells quick reactions
There are no formulas you can adhere to free yourself
or at the end of it all renew your health

Have a blasphemy on the house

Out of the forest of hairy plants
shadowy voyage some promises of color
of peace of many exciting feelings
In their skeletons they don't feel the hollowness

For every opiate they consume keeps the emptiness far away
The main addiction is the childish notion that no connection exists
That life is here like a supermarket
Between the products you get your gram of joy

And tell us we who yearn for the unseen are lost
condemn us like you condemn the fanatics and their flags
And like a kid at Christmas your faces lights up
acquiring with empty hearts like machines

hungering for control
hungering for a spark of power
but the system owns you
all that is missing is your bar codes

In your little distant paradise
Where the horrors of the world don't come close
Until the earth shakes you
I pray it doesn't kill you, but I hope it wakes you

Pilgrimage to the sun

The afternoon clinic was temptation
A lost boy walking toward the dusk
walking right in with screaming shoulders
blessed as much as cursed no fussed

The ruby cutting lines of the horizon's clouds
The ushering finger of the god he doesn't know
I see him from the clinic window
making his way like a desperate pilgrim on the road

The doctor says she needs her drill
But all I want to do wish the boy a farewell
Streets dimming down in blues
I'm cured and the doctor is subdued

Boy keeps on trudging near the gutter of the road
that goes directly into the last traces of the sun
neither blessed nor cursed
Just a millennium from greeting unknown god

fascinated by the last rays of that old sun
the one that warmed the clinic through it's huge window
That warmed me, the observer, the spectator
of that helpless soul who makes his way seemingly in vain

The school of light and shadow

No one could turn on the lights
every corner of the school in shadow
Every empty desk a fright
Every darkness getting in through the windows

The blackout brought on a search for light
A search for wisdom
In these empty spaces the only instinct is to fight
and be healed in some sun down clinic

Just to wake
just to wake to the one true love
see through the card tricks of the devil
as he dangles destiny's events like some baby's swinging mobile

Then the very resistance renders a man possessed
The itchy smile he tries to shake off like a pest
just takes his over face
Only by a good wife's faith and grace
can those illusions subside

Playtime´s over for the restless

It flies freely over the city
Nothing has been freer than this entity

Yet nothing more alone
nothing more invisible
No color nor tone
solitary, invincible

Suddenly stuttering and grinding against the wind
as if god had grabbed it´s tail for sinning
Every cloud nearby shook and growled
And the world paused a heavy drowsy pause

Gobble the world up

I'd like to taste the meadow
for what it's worth lick it up with my concrete tongue
A thousand sales men will be buried here
Each grave a neon light
A ray of false hope

I'd like nothing more than to devour the polar ice
With coke, Texaco and a few descent gun companies
We could melt that motherfucker down and flood Holland
Don't you think we want that party first?
Rock and roll and luxury excess

I'd like to breathe my toxic breath all over the city
until sweet cancer reigns in every single lung
The line on the graph says buy
like the smell of a fresh strawberry pie
The line on the graph says sell
The company can go to hell

I wanna see that polar bear drown and eat red meat
until they burn the last tree for pasture
until that last river is a trickle of greasy sludge
So I can bathe in malls and tan in hydroponic centers
convert the oceans salt water to fresh and sell it
overpriced to the dilapidated slum folk