The mist embraces the dewy pine leaves.
A lone orange leaf, half covered in frost.
For the long days of light, a lost squirrel grieves,
No nuts on the trees, this squirrel is lost.

Changing, shifting, like the seasons of the year
Forever fluid, to never still, I fear
And for past days, past yous, shed no tear
All that's real is now and here.

Two spirits or more within my mind
Every time I look, there's more to find
Someone careless, someone kind
The river of mes does onward wind

None steps in the same river twice
But if you take my strong advice
Make your river somewhat nice
Or you may roll 'one' on life's dice

I don new clothes every day
Wish I could shapeshift the same way
Don't hold me to what I say,
If I said it yesterday
It was not me then anyway.

This whole time I speak of flux
Who is this 'I'?
Someone surely speaks of change
Someone needs to break my chains.

I know why you have to go,
and it's not because you hate me so,
but even so,
you should know,
here you'll find friend,
there wherever you go,
you'll find only foe,
until the end

Why oh why do good folk die
And the wicked wither away
Fore they see the light of day?

What's the reason for passing of season
When winter kills summer and autumn does rain
What's the point of the muck and the pain
When all of it's sure to happen again?

What is the purpose of this awful world
Where pain does flourish, and suffering unfurl?

What can we do to destroy this foul place?
What can we do, not just in my mind pace
And think and ponder and suffer and moan
But still in the end, still useless and alone

I stare upon the phone
The words on the screen, like a horrible dream,
Telling me things that I don't want to know
I want to know truth, but the truth is so bare
News makes one believe that good folk are rare
And even if not, if one suffering is there
It still means that our universe isn't fair
And for some stupid reason, I felt bound to care
Rather than just escape to the air

I have to do something, but that something is what?
What can I do that will make pain not?
I can't make the universe cold if it's hot
I can't make it clean when it's covered in rot
I fear that my true goal will never be got

Little Miss Moffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
When down came a spider
It sat down beside her
It looked like a beautiful day
The spider it saw her
And it did implore her
To share of her curds and whey
She gave some with pleasure
They sat down in leisure
Eating their curds and whey

The bones gallery
Covered in every direction by earth
Under the sea
Above bedrock
That will eventually subduct and consume it all

A dozen pieces escaped, surrounded by nothing,
Still, while Earth moves away from it at breakneck speed.

It is near noon of night but I have no fear
Although dark conquers light, they are here
With their anvils and hammers and people called Larry
They'll make noise through the night, until the light and dark marry

The symphonies play of color and sound
The moonlight shines, the loud bangs abound
The scuttling noises of tiny insects
Unsettle the mind for what happens next

Until suddenly laughter tears asunder the sky
The union of lovers, the pleasure of brine
The happiness shattered, the cold on its way
But nobody cared, once they heard her say:

"Oh, you ugly people, the trouble you make
Thinking your choices are made for you by fate
When the only real thing I can now know
Is how much you'll suffer in the fiery glow."

They turned to their fellows, and said with a smile
"If the cause of my actions is truly myself,
Then I decide to be in the utmost of health.

The greatest of houses, the tastiest of foods,
The wildest of lovers, the happiest mood.
And even that Satanic realm that you imply -
Why, I decide to simply pass my way by."

"In fact," they continued, getting carried away
"I'd free those of who old Lucifer holds sway.
They can of course join my lifetime of sin
Of pleasure and happiness - come on, join in!"

But tragedy struck, as late was the hour.
And not a pumpkin was seen, but a small orange flower.
Alas, that's become of those who Metatron defy
They have to, of course, protect their great lie.

Oh, the man, the woman and boy
None of them knew how to get the great joy
Sunset came, and sunrise rose
But for all of their days, no song was composed

Swiftly
Softly
Slowly creeping
Stab - crack!
No one is weeping

Those who would cry at the death of their lord
Blew away into dust as their thoughtless minds soared

"Nevermind," the old man said, sitting in the bench in the park.
He slowly bent down to feed the birds - a pigeon, a dove and a lark
The grey Oxford sky over his head, the harbinger of impending rain.
He wrote his last word with the pen in his hand,
And far away where, a girl's name was planned
For the last time, her name was uttered
While in sadness, the old man muttered.

God save our feeble king
God save our noble king
God save the king

Send him far over us
Where he lords over us
Up in his palaces
God save the king

Send him to your own land
So he is out our hands
Up in those fabled gates
God save the king

Oh say can't you see
By the moon's sterile light
How the people all lay,
As their stab wounds lay gleaming

Oh say can't you see
What this country is truly
The land of the few
And the home of the pained

A crescent moon
A silver slice of lunar rock
Glowing in the night
Pinpricks of light everywhere except the dark side of the moon
True blackness
False emptiness
Uncertain perception

And if you close your eyes, you won't see the monsters
And if you close the door, the banging is just the pipes
Close your mind, never mind what might be out there
Just close your eyes, for me, my lamb.

It's gone, don't worry,
In fact, it was never there.
Your pain, my hurry
You can never say I don't care

I care for you
I love for you
I love you

You are the reason the monsters stay away
Those monsters that plague me in my mind
Those monsters, I'll make sure they never trouble you
I'll hold you in my mouth tonight

I'll hold you in my arms tonight
I hold you in the arms of a monster tonight

I heard a word
I meant it in my brain
Another word sounded absurd
Everyone thought she was insane

The second word in truth they said
Was 'I', but it was never known
What speech the word, what tongue the talk
What power has the telephone

And in the end when words are null
And all is but an inky black
The power of the word is clear
The word's power is only here