David Michael DeSloover To the city streets Revolutions in France Give me your hands And ill play this

guitar Hey Paris Throw out your heart And watch it skip So far Cause your love is a lesson We soon will learn And your love is the reason For all the concern But she was never really real Not always knowing how to feel Dancing madly behind windows Dancing wild on tippy toes Dancing crazy tapping beats Now we’re marching in the streets Clocks ticking into buckets Rage flies all around Perched in arched high heels And teaching us of the ground Knowing the reflection of the world Sparkles in her eyes Visions of India in Indiana Now she’s telling lies Only sitting by myself Lost in bed Lost in a dream Constant thoughts Constantly consuming me And all I can hear Are those words she said Over and over and over no more Dancing madly behind windows Dancing wild on tippy toes

Dancing crazy tapping beats Now where marching through the streets Corking the passion They threw some nets Bottling it up Trying to catch the rest Memories of motions Of moons Memories of everything Stored in our rooms And since its no longer Her warm hand in mine Im lost in a bed Lost in a dream Constant thoughts Constantly consuming me And all I can hear Are those words she said Over and over and over No more Brief seconds of honey Dropping from above Brief seconds of warmth With only the sky above Clocks tick into buckets Rage flies all around Perched in arched high heels And teaching us of the ground Knowing the reflection of The world sparkles in her eyes Visions of India in Indiana Now she’s starting to cry Knowing the reflection of The world sparkles in her eyes Financing others in Fortunes My fortune was spent on fifty year old albums

My fortune was spent on folk singer’s mansions My fortune supplied a town with marijuana My fortune went to tickets to Tijuana My fortune is in the soot of ashtrays My fortune is in dark sunglasses blocking rays My fortune is in civil war style boots My fortune is for corduroy and velvet suites My inheritance went into houses for those without My inheritance was in teaching others not to pout My inheritance is one of humanity’s growth in acceptance My inheritance is in the world’s unmade repentance My inheritance is still in the dirt and the grass My inheritance may overcome any striving task My inheritance may stay up late contemplating jazz My inheritance may be as wild as it says My inheritance may wear a red star on a barrette My inheritance may sing to his love in the rain My inheritance may even serenade to a bubble bath My inheritance may help others on their own paths My inheritance will listen to others in their voice My inheritance will be free in every choice My inheritance should not use fear to intimidate My inheritance may see yours and want to date

And if our joint inheritance may someday marry We may toast to dessert with a bottle of sherry

Calling All Christians (9 songs) Well they’ve drawn up their plans To sterilize unwed mothers Well they’ve drawn up their plans To kill our future brothers Could Jesus be born in this land Nobody could be sure But they call themselves the Christians Watching people die While nobody says a word Trigger happy Texans Brandishing their weapons In the worlds face Carpet bombing culture They don’t even have a legal case Could Jesus be born in this land Nobody could be sure But they call themselves the Christians Then nobody said a word Well she wanted to be a model She only wanted more She was even selling encyclopedias From door to door But she was killed Only for the color of her skin Could she have had Jesus

But they call themselves Christians And nobody said a word President said he’s the closest Thing Payne would say Break away It’ll get worse before it stops Did the President even talk to Jesus Nobody could be sure But he calls himself Christian Then nobody said a word Hallelujah and Hari Krishna Hi means life and cuts through strife But if your gonna call yourself Christian be and fix the pain of every man’s life

What imagination some have had in construction

Does a plane fly, take off, or even leave a boarding gate? Does a pilot even care if the flight arrives 10 hours late? Will a ticket taker or flight attendant announcing on P.A.? Without memory of a mechanic doing a system check? Are new sights seen from a standing building? Without memory of a welder securing a bolt, Without being fashioned by a science; tested by stress On scale models, designed by architects with respect, Having made miniatures to last through the worst Of whatever natural conditions have occurred? Have laws been written and passed down through time That we experience by each step rising toward the sky? Went underground to admit to mistakes about refusals Of admittance of why some feel their own pangs and shakes Management may walk around as tyrants in their own right And some may wonder why or how they came to believe Their own self-derisive trite; for, they were not the ones Who dug deep to pour foundations of concrete, and were merely the ones who wanted all to admire the shuffling of their gaudy feet as they prance down the street Expecting those experienced in similar pursuits to stop in awe While still listening to another’s mouth which gapped with pause In seats waiting for all aspects of this world’s evil to dress and meet Lives changed altered events for what some only choose to make-believe as reality This is why there is faith in tools which some solemnly choose

And hold only hope when having to deal with so many televised fools

2nd silicon dream So pineapple orange juice then; I haven’t the faintest idea; but ankles, For some reason a thin strap dangling Over that joint insights serenity To realize the complications Of a single finger moving With a touch gentle enough To pick a lock of a door Which is doubly secured Carpet Salesmen smile Lay it down then stretch it out Filthy working minds Hardness catches daydreamers Most off guard, Like a dead bolt Shocks most beyond enthusiasm Thin strappy webs of turbulence And guidance In revoked appreciation Concentrating with tools in hand Ascribing to an uncarved philosophy Art class wood block project Placing a design on another only softer Using steel to make a tree feel Do Oak trees understand the sway Of extended natural movements As we take a break from watching The cynical whores following repetitive armies Faces contracting and falling to the floor

Concentrating with tools in hand Now inconsistencies in democracy Friend stopped from passing out Anti-war fliers protest Someone is in bed To murder capitalistic freedom Bunch of average Americans

Yearning for pillows stuffed with feathers Which every day feel less like razor blades Tiny cuts from Stanley knives Is there a reason why people complain Of the complexity of bra straps? If they were as easy as buttons We may have never gotten the internet

Where it comes from Well they stand naked least twice a day Spread their cheeks bout the same But when we cash your checks for two weeks pay Saw Clinton smiling like a honky on parade Chorus We don’t have any solar panels Watched them print the money We don’t have any wind mills They spent the money We don’t have any good rails We don’t have the money They got stacks of bills Ten foot tall Bumper sticker posted by reads So close yet so far It’s close enough for anyone to see Tour guide says Don’t touch the glass Don’t guide says Don’t touch the ceiling Tour guide says You’ll be removed If I catch you kneeling And it’s a printing press that’s all it is Prisoners hauling sheets away There are even tours for you to see Them working on display Chorus But we don’t have any solar panels

Watched them print the money We don’t have any wind mills They spent the money We don’t have any good rails We don’t have the money Fifty cents on the hour Fifty cents every day How long could you survive Living on that pay You can’t really buy a meal Maybe somebody will trade For a loossssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeey But there’s not much it’ll buy So I hope you ain’t really choosy Chorus But we don’t have any solar panels Watched them print the money We don’t have any wind mills They spent the money We don’t have any good rails We don’t have the money They say slavery wasn’t the reason For fighting the civil war Then why can you find slaves Doing our dirty chores? Well if it’s the cost of living That keeps you for happiness Well let’s just pursue the concept Of passing of sadness To our presidential indifference

This town This town has a klan Guess who’s filling its ranks Their molded cross They’re not succinct But they’re living your Arrogance and instinct They grew up as DC Stevenson’s Grown ups as Children Living in a corn field In a useless time warp With Never the thoughts Of a civil rights movement With Never the thoughts Of a world needing improvement They’re Living in places of colored warnings Darker the shade McCain Is that the graver your threat? Now I think it’s half past time That your insanity and Your hatred met Ladies have you met Your former president And their candidate Chorus They’re trying to march In Bloomington They aint gonna march In Bloomington No, they’ll never march In Bloomington again But it’s a college town

And if you really looked around Thosa other intellectuals would have made themselves found Cause they don’t pay attention to your signs Sartre says too much homework on their minds We make E Parentus Locus They followed with imminent threats It’s this closed off Communities With only the future They don’t know how to Protect Chorus Chorus They’re trying to march In Bloomington They aint gonna march In Bloomington No, they’ll never march In Bloomington again Cause they’ve dawned those robes And they’re saluting their stars and bars They got their shotguns stored Stroking em In their beat up cars And when you put up a fight You’ll turn up being a star Chorus Chorus They’re trying to march In Bloomington They aint gonna march In Bloomington No, they’ll never march In Bloomington again

Is it time? Tanks and guns rained from the sky The heavens stained with steel Doing their best to support their lies Even as they exposed this country’s spies World wars fought behind closed doors Busy workers remodeled underground death stores Aggressive Presidents concealing information In desks illuminated by the evening moon Immortalizing memories of our heroes slain On balconies and California afternoons Chaos rains supreme in their CIA operations While radicals hold to virtues in veins Welfare lines resemble draft lotteries War factories returning to business It’s the production of death in efficiency Silent fields filled with graves cannot contest Loudly enough To the horrors of war and lack of progress Some people built minds building bombs Should we just look away? Pulled like a puppet Imaginary strings toward tragic ways Following orders doesn’t always Only leave a bullet to blame Sun has ended countless days but It’s the cost of life they think is not Quite high enough to stop the crosshairs Only hatred aims into the hearts Of those only praying for peace Appalling acts signed while never justify

The coups of kings baring only empathy For the suppressed crying out in sheer misery Gates of Eden only shine o so brightly For those excepting of better destinies (Chorus) When you give up your voice You make a better choice

To the city streets I put on some pants To play this guitar I got out my case To collect better change now Throw out your heart And we’ll go far Cause your love is a lesson You never learned And your love is the reason For all the countrys’ concern But she’s only real Have you ever respected her right To tell you how to feel And you have never learned to teach IF it is not her problems you fix When it is her knowledge that you reach Dancing madly behind windows Dancing wild on tippy toes Dancing crazy tapping beats Be careful marching through the streets It is only love she wants But it is not always love she shares Clocks ticking into buckets Rage flies all around Perched in arched high heels And teaching us of the ground

Knowing the reflection of the world Sparkle in her eyes Visions of India in Indiana Now she’s telling lies Only sitting by myself Lost in bed Lost in a dream Constant thoughts Constantly consuming us And all I can hear Are those words she said Over and over and over Wheels turn Dancing madly behind windows Dancing wild on tippy toes Dancing crazy tapping beats As we’re walking through the streets Corking the passion They threw some nets Bottling it up Trying to catch the rest Memories of motions Of moons Memories of everything Stored in a room And since its no longer Her hand in mine Im lost in a bed Lost in a dream Constant thoughts Constantly consuming me And all I can hear Are those words she said Over and over and over They turn Brief seconds of passion Dropping from above In all of Eternity never to practice love

Knowing more than a morning dove Not only the sky above If it is people that we hope wont die Clocks tick into buckets Rage flies all around Still Perched in arched high heels And teaching us of the ground Knowing the reflection Of the world Sparkles in her eyes Visions of India in Indiana Now she’s starting to cry Knowing the reflection Of her world Sparkles in her eyes

Bad Advice Serving Intentions Crouching struggling Against a raging sky I pace fast Like anyone Letting out a sigh Chorus Truly sorry Good intentions Some Spend their lives On misdirection Truly sorry New inventions Learning to keep Only the best connections May I have kind eyes While picking scabs to pieces Is it really an act of treason Saw some explosions Asking if there’s a reason Everything began smelling Of blasphemy And im studying Geography Went to buy new maps Stuck sidestepping wiretaps Chorus Truly sorry Good intentions Some Spend their lives

On misdirection Truly sorry New inventions Learning to keep Only the best connections Tongues of false truths Licking silk stitched lips Have you ever felt a real soft kiss Trying to change the other Wandering in the mist? Because pacifism is Betterment And it happens to be a virtue And hope o hope is the message Wisdom takes time to mature And hatred Should always bend To love’s ultimate cure Chorus Truly sorry Good intentions Some Spend their lives On misdirection Truly sorry New inventions Learning to keep Only the best connections If asking for help we all may receive And once received we all should all return Cause that power structure in place Is a gift for the masses to taste Through the power of nature’s gold Knowledge is shared and truths are told If love is the mannar by which we’re paid Then I hope this song makes some waves

Wanted to Want Some love to want I think they got it wrong ‘Cause they was picking sides This isn’t long Some things spins I don’t lie Cause lines of normalcy Keep leading us And lines of normalcy Keep feeding us So peacefully Some Dealing in handshakes Are they Businessmen or snakes? Don’t wait for saints Our simple mistake Was just watching it break Nose smells incense Eyes blink in defense Fear of ignorance Fear of ignorance Said it twice Someone said it again And that’s always alright Cause you hear it And you get it Forward To hear it back Grinning with Teamwork Keeping us

On track Love to want You’ll get it wrong If you was making sides This wasn’t long Some things spin But please don’t lie Wishing to dance Have you ever wished to dance Across the burning coals of soul To look beneath the sea Into the ocean of eyes Flooding into the head With the force of a storm That may drown the whole world We may fear to know That as she touches For her golden boughs Some tumble from the heavens Surrounded by a sadness As we succumb to better essence It leaves us reaching out in disbelief Before she is free to sleep beneath the sea She sometimes waits for the thousands Of deaths to pass till her heart comes To know That it was not you She was looking for No, not you at all

Album 2 (10 songs so far) The Appalachian Folklore of Bunions

American made Lock stock and burning barrels Liquid gold goes up in smoke As the president only cracks a joke It’s their supply and demand Watching Human caravans crossing boarders To fill jobs as they patrol/(controlled) this land USA to save the day What’s a better American way? They claimed to carry all the sweat They claim they push all the oil Pipelines divide their present As their tensions boiled Stockpiles of waste Fill our natural space Gotta go defend the hills From another worthless missile base Some fall in line after time Just to close off their minds They think a military might is just fine Then opened their eyes To watch things get much worst With weapons drawn Found conscience to be gone

Realized there is so much more Than imitating a worthless pawn FBI took Leonard away Locked him in jail Not sit back and watch Lady justice failed Yet cigarette factories Excel they like to be capitalistic Well Want to watch dirty bomb explode? Shattering standard molds They had star wars take flight Against third world plight As aids tried to conquer Africa And the starving reach out For a guiding light Pictures in the papers kept out of sight I wanted to watch the president shooting transient light Then marketed fear for home use Watched those demons smile with blind Eyes Selling horrible dreams at full price To those investing in their lies And then just willing to roll the world as dice As our college tuitions evaporate Only to reappear on their corporate plates They were indifferent in their own way It was just their American way

Confronting a Lie Got a funny feeling Ignoring an itch Too far in the brain Something telling me Like a cop Circling in the rain Could be paranoia Heard it all before But there’s too much Knocking at the door When Kicked out of the basement Do you only find a weapon Was the cellar door shut so tight You didn’t think to stop a fight? Did you become to only pass an inspection; Without any meanings of compassion? To be a human that far behind To be soo nervous of poetic lines Are you hoping for an act to fix A Hateful and indulgent mix? Emailing selfish ill-will Extorting a personal emotional fill Listening to a pop, whiz, or bang In a uniformed subsidized gang Living in a teenage wasteland Abused by a government that taught Only an aggressive premeditated response To front with a hypocritical importance You will never earn respect with a weapon

I like slinging at the Cyclopses While swinging in the suburbs Soldier grabbed an ass And I might just kill a man So he better always show class Cause I’ve got a pink Dalmatian I’ll trade for a broken heart And I’ll pawn your purple ribbon If you two are ready to part Cause I want to know Which way to go Driving in my car Cause I want to know Which way to go Looking at her stars And I want to know Which way to go That only God shows Copernicus and Galileo Always made maps With Compass Rose to help direct To get her a special daisy While others bugled taps Cut them down in a spring breeze When down on bended knee Place them in a simple vase To freshen up the darkest place Everything that is told In the deepest of wishing wells Some hope just with pennies Everything that is told Smells like rotten fish heads Cause ears still hear A premeditated hate so great Turning down her eyes Only silencing Hitler’s cries And nose still drips Like a thunderous cliff At that Rat’s murderous lies

How does one live If they can’t read or write How does one survive? If they only learn to finance Those who kill and fight

Down the road Walking down the road Hands by the side Searching for myself Or a friend Traveling with defective purpose Is living ambitiously in pretend With only destruction to defend Id stop into every bar Drinking till the sun come up And every time id reach the end Id signal for another cup Blaming it all on luck Till I looked around and Found myself The weather Vane in the wind Confused by the hypocrisy Of the empire killing men Cause the Constitution is buried In the profiteer’s sin Then he said god ain’t women I said she isthe mother Then we started living lives Trapped inside bubbles Bursting into zit zoos That some will try to sell to you It may feel as if Steel claws Tear unnecessarily into soft flesh As I sit here reminding myself While crossing the endless ocean

In life the very dirtiest of the few Try to make for another’s end They’ll say never look back And They don’t ever grow old Cause the heat of the sun Will melt some minds into The earth leaving bodies To wander for eternity Friends will show how much they miss you By how well they treat you when you’re around Now how will the damned be found walking Through streets of those with beautiful dreams While the damned demand their satisfaction Streets of lost and found Streets of blessed blind Some find mothers on the curb Not even giving them a dime What’s it like to be wet on the inside When Rain’s coming in and Can’t afford nowhere to hide Cause some have towels hiding their faces Blood drunk moons may turn from their veins To help us fleas of glory only yearning Searching for happiness while fishing for a heroine Cut with anti-climaxing charm It may be vanity who knows the secrets Hedged in the flint sparks of genius Freezing thoughts while all the while Watching the icicles pointing to shades Reason hides behind brisk winds Satisfaction now sits by reason Their both screaming at discontent Who is just looking for ambiguous The decisions that kept emerging Regarding outlines of bodies Looking to feel Walking down the road Hands by the side

Searching for myself Or a friend Traveling with defective purpose Is living ambitiously in pretend With only destruction to defend

Dating Disasters Trying to steal tea, milk, and honey Going past the 38th parallel Bringing all the missiles and shells Trading them for all this county’s hemp smells Escaping from a flag draped misery Feeling philosophic mystical inquiry Thoughts across the mind which sail Swimming into shores of another’s Personally planned debauchery Wanting to learn what is their handle A story in life that will be substantial Claiming some saw laws broken Guilt upon parental faces Contained within childish places Buildings with false cases That those who lost dreams Continue to make their bases Am I too late Is it an ended fate Accidentally slept Through a date Knowing its not Exactly early Just wanted to say I’d still be here Wherever you be Changing as allowed Just thought I’d share I knew you knew

What was best to do Fireworks on some days Help not to forget Feelings we get From other’s eyes Dancing across Our lonely minds Our lonely minds Simple sights we steal Of only simple smiles Like a pedestrian Walking with a book That I lent and can be kept But not one more letter Will be sent Cause I showed a side That shouldn’t even exist And I want to be composed With one who sees the smoke Through the densest of trees Who understands truth is something to be seen For I could not reside by The beauty of your thighs If it is fear that you feel When I’m by your side And I’ll choose to believe From ever increasing space While watching daylight transition Into an ever darkening place That a bed is always better When someone you know To love reciprocally Is safely by your side Female Sounding boards of opinions only smart enough To respect puppies in the pound Cause dogs are free to be And that always makes me cry

Convictions of the single While, still too soon to mingle Don’t cross your fingers And may you please be careful If you become too resentful While taking a formal side And announcing where convictions Should most assuredly lie Whistling and smiling Streetlights shining bright As I pass by a deserted park Before I start to lose the sight When back in dark rooms Lost promises lay next to me Never wanted to be bridegroom Wearing out romance Like a pair of worn out shoes Wearing out romance Cause there’s still those blues But those issues keep going Kicked down the street And maybe it was just the smell Of two hard working feet

Not Safely Mothered Uranium files holding the answer To the country’s cancer Eating away at the integrity Of Those nations searching for Falls new fashionable redcoats Some built a nuclear arms race I’ll call it a nuclear rat race For every boy and girl If it’s a stockpile here There should be a stockpile there Watching them selling those weapons All over the world Chorus They say that’s alright They say that’s ok And they think we’re safer that way But there’s a new dawn breaking Beyond their mushroom clouds And it’s not the first time to turn From the sunrise Cause too many Lies Are making some babies cry False heroes terrorized our schools Bush piss tested his pupils for dissent And society won’t bother tasting truth Trapped in flavored condoms of our youth Chorus

They say that’s alright They say that’s ok And they think we’re safer that way Mirrors mimic that old politician He is fearing our questions But knowing no truths are written On walls behind him As his constitution weeps For what he been done The real failing words Is when we impose legality’s restriction Chorus They say that’s alright They even say that’s ok And they think we’re safer that way All justification may be lost For those still serving at such a cost Is it a Spanish-American War? Is that what we’re fighting for? I want to know who’s winning Watching all this country’s killing? Corruption at every level And every soldier deserves a medal Hope some checks arrive on payday Did you think you were above a caste Like some sort of cop to the world Because mother nature does not let that pass Chorus They say that’s alright They even say that’s ok And they think we’re safer that way There is a monkey In the Lincoln park zoo Who to me has more of a clue

He through two fingers On his right hand Straight to the sky Like he had a plan While I watched thos Creating a world Where dolls rip off Their own heads The ultraviolence was among To bored viewers smelling Their sins coming from their fingers Chorus They say that’s alright They even say that’s ok And that they don’t have to change

Wishing to dance Have you ever wished to dance Across the burning coals of soul To look beneath the sea Into the ocean of eyes Flooding into the head With the force of a storm That may drown the whole world We may fear to know That as she touches For her golden boughs Some tumble from the heavens Surrounded by a sadness As we succumb to better essence It leaves us reaching out in disbelief Before she is free to sleep beneath the sea She sometimes waits for the thousands Of deaths to pass till her heart comes To know That it was not you She was looking for No, not you at all

Cauliflower Cauli Cauli flower Cauli Cauli Flower Is your color a picture Of a perfect past? Or is your color a reminder Of a hope that lasts? Cauli Cauli Flower Cauli Cauli Flower Soil is tested And Soil is sweet Soil is tested Soil under feet I don’t know if It Grown up right With roots in the ground I don’t know if It Grown up right Without making a sound And water water lines Are they wet Or do they flow Are they wet Or do you know Cauli Cauli Flower Cauli Cauli Flower

‘Cause Richard thought he knew Just what He wanted to do But he just gave Too few clues Cause he don’t have That much class Chose instead to lie Out his ass Dear Richard Is it what it seems? Dear Richard You’re gonna make me scream Cauli Cauli Flower Cauli Cauli Flower There could have been Thousands of stories told Thousands of stories told That were not thousands Of horrible centuries old May we be Sometimes changing but Always being in the spring Each and every season

Reactions to Revisionists

Well some people Spend their time Going out of their way To make false profit from calling me crazy But words and ideas Fill my lengthening days Until I fall into bed Hoping to be paid Well im not a lawyer But when the mayor Was arrest for strangling It caused a few questions About those making decisions Chorus It’s a hard time mending A mind Sitting on a fence And it’s a hard time Mending a mind Only relying on Chance Well im no doctor But we’re crafting

Smaller boxes Of existence And negating The ability to Self diagnose Some choose to pay Only earning Another’s prognosis I guess I really Just want a real smoke Chorus It’s a hard time mending A mind Sitting on a fence And it’s a hard time Mending a mind Only relying on Chance And no journalist But at what stage During your roboticzation Does the need to practice Facial gestures override Real research while Remaining subject To subjectiveness Chorus It’s a hard time mending A mind Sitting on a fence And it’s a hard time Mending a mind Only relying on Chance I’m not a teacher but, To what extent should Naiveté be manipulated In the attempts of hitting Median bell curves for Future state funding? Chorus

It’s a hard time mending A mind Sitting on a fence And it’s a hard time Mending a mind Only relying on Chance Well I’m not a priest And don’t go to church But I’m also not saying That some of yous shouldn’t

Chorus It’s a hard time mending a mind Sitting on a fence And it’s a hard time mending a mind Only relying on chance

Wanting to Want Some love to want I think they got it wrong ‘Cause they was picking sides This isn’t long Some things spins I don’t lie Cause lines of normalcy Keep leading us And lines of normalcy Keep feeding us So peacefully Some Dealing in handshakes Are they Businessmen or snakes? Don’t wait for saints Our simple mistake Was just watching it break Nose smells incense Eyes blink in defense Fear of ignorance Fear of ignorance Said it twice Some says it again And it will all Be alright

Got it forward To hear it back Grinning with Teamwork Keeping us On track Love to want You’ll get it wrong If you was making sides This isn’t long Some things spin But please don’t lie

Then Elvis presented the rings and began the sermon There’s a look in some people’s eyes There’s a look as if searching for spies There’s a look like everyone lies For they are only told what it means to sacrifice To generalize the institutionalization While discovering fascists love confusion Like a kitchen fire started by the mixing Of matches and spent boiled grease That never had the opportunity Of distribution into the belly of a beast Breathing recycled rampant fire They think it means above and beyond To places unknown and places unheard They think they need to transgress On another person’s happiness this white-castle feels all too real There’s a number one cash crop That can be mixed with the soybean To increase the height and density of production Six hundred percent would be rational Or so their similar seedpods seem capable A poly-sci spectrum of dysfunctionality A poly-sci spectrum of forcing monopoly A poly-sci spectrum of shelling homes A poly-sci spectrum of ignoring others tombs

What part of the institution Fears the insinuation In the poetic line of progress What part of the Constitution Would prohibit legalized distribution? Simple words said in turn Simple lessons some have learned For the strength of some to reach the point That they forget the lessons that are reserved (Chorus) Pre-emption is not American it has never earned respect Pre-emption is not American in terms of creating death Pre-emption is not American it has never earned respect (Verse) Fucking for Virginity is Fighting for Peace It all compromises our sanity and the calmness we reach To not respect another for whom they choose to be To not respect another simply sitting in their seat Actions illegal need extended jail sentences Actions illegal need be harshly and severely reprimanded Situations change but lessons do not Why do you speak to belittle Just to compromise what you think you got When one plant liquid mixes with another its beauty But those in power get grumpy and moody When discovering some bad faith self-medicating psychosis While existing in a profession of self denial indifference And the constant questioning of the other’s right To be calmly humble; whatever, whenever, without question

Album 3 (11) Liberator May everything be calm I know nothing is plain But may everything be calm That may have been the same In the eye of the hurricane There is no motion In the eye of a storm Swirling in the ocean Random streaks Across the sky Sitting in fields Watching clouds fly by Chorus Lampshades hiding moonshine Getting drunk on cosmic wine Too low to look down Gotta watch where im falling It’s hard to win this endless race

And easier to imagine an empty space Lives of the lived Together we spin Not trapped In reverse Together we’ll win Poets started revolutions Throwing some change At corrupt institutions Watched them rebound With superstores Selling CD’s with low cost False Saviors Censoring truth daily They impose the fee The lengthy bill When questioning the free Chorus Lampshades hiding moonshine Getting drunk on cosmic wine Too low to look down Gotta watch where im falling It’s hard to win this endless race And easier to imagine an empty space Not to confuse The wine cups spin Surrounded by naked skin Otherwise shrouded In sin And attempting To unravel another’s ashamed Disposition Marred by Indecision The beauty of music Held within The safety of words But not without

The price of gold Bailing everyone out Chorus Lampshades hiding moonshine Getting drunk on cosmic wine Too low to look down Gotta watch where im falling It’s hard to win this endless race And easier to imagine an empty space If this was too slow And you can’t follow Well then brother Don’t even bother Cause there’s a reason For the changing of The seasons And that’s what its about We Just don’t need their cannons Bursting out

Why Plato Cracked under Pressure Unintentionally Called philosophers unambiguous And calling the highest forms of democracy The root-shitted two word phrase the republic Now we sit telling lies trapped in slant rhyme Taking a trip back to unmodern times We all may still see mothers Just as sure as I still know That there is a crazy form of love for her As we sit around spinning lives Trapped in slant rhyme Bursting inside By and by While standing aside As we subside To eat humble pie That some choose to throw At the floor as they go Not seeing hallucinations of snakes Creating words in phrases like faith While still watching others holocausting With an attempt to murder her gentiles Beer-goggled blind and not booing enough When witnessing salutes to Satan A hail-Mary and a shoeless bow Before cooking a Lady dinner And please do better than easy mak Watched exposed fangs larger

Than past precedents acknowledge And stranger than a sense of resentment Some explain to the psychologists Transience of encroachers of diseases And air-borne bomber pilots of plagues Sponsored by the news in clips and waves An organization of man bites animal sound bytes Encouraging shooting those bent passively to the ground The softly guided gloved touch of anorexic art students Who are led by light driven forces with handcuffs Who know only how to lead by what makes them bucks Who know only force to solve problems in premeditative clocks Premonitions of survival in the faces of the non-inanimate objects As we sit around spinning lives Trapped in slant rhyme Bursting inside By and by While standing aside As we subside To eat humble pie That some choose to throw At the floor as they go A hail-Mary and a shoeless bow Before cooking a Lady dinner And please do better than easy mak Watched exposed fangs larger Than past precedents acknowledge And stranger than a sense of resentment Still explaining it to a psychologist

Killed on the Ides of March May their always be Detailed examples of Hunters and the hunted When murder or abuse takes Place By boys choosing not to understand Previously Planned games of leap frog The spinning wheel or the cricket The sport of the final kill The blades are such a thrill That’s indistinguishable A knife in the back May make you feel like Cesear Blindly saw it coming Verbally denied to hold Hands in a sports car Not always so obvious Without thoughts of antithesis No meeting in the middle Finality had never been clearer Nor pain any dearer Saw her soon later There is a Fourth please remember May there be a kiss Or must we always miss The moments that comprise happiness For another’s right to impose

Hate into their minds as weight For inability to handle gravity And wrongly trying to change fate Saviors who chose no as their First And who choose no attempts to destroy In life not being directionally directed Watching some gut-check a boss Who doesn’t know when the mission’s lost Anyway… Saw her soon later There is a Fourth please remember May there be a kiss Or must we always miss The moments that comprise happiness Gave her a long wet one And then the suggestive pants Stitched arrows on back pockets Something about curves And 60’s era corvettes Got shot up like a rocket Straight to the moon Still ignoring the monkey That made it farther than me Anyway… She looked back while Walking away Forcing a forced response Coming in the form Of a confused stare But that’s why sunglasses Are made so dark Harder to watch the love Dripping from the eyes But that knife in my back Sure would make me feel like Cesar

When does it stop? Got a funny feeling Ignoring an itch Too far in the brain Something telling me Like a cop following In the rain Could be paranoia Heard it all before But there’s too much Knocking at the door When Kicked out of the basement Do you only find a weapon Was the cellar door locked Did you become to only pass an inspection Without any meanings of compassion To be a human that far behind To be soo nervous of poetic lines Are you hoping for an act to fix A Hateful and indulgent mix? Emailing selfish ill-will Extorting a personal emotional fill Listening to a pop, whiz, or bang In a uniformed subsidized gang Living in a teenage wasteland Abused by society that taught

Only an aggressive premeditated response To front with a hypocritical importance You never earn respect with a gun Slinging at the Cyclopses While swinging in the suburbs Soldier grabbed an ass But I won’t just kill a man It’s all just a matter of class Cause I’ve got a pink Dalmatian I’ll trade for a broken heart And I’ll pawn your purple ribbon If you two are ready to part Cause I want to know Which way to go Staring at the stars And I want to know Which way to go Driving in my car Capernicuous and Nostradamus Always made their own maps Compus Rose or GPS But I’ll get her a daisy While their playing taps Cut them down in a spring breeze While I’m down on bended knee I’ll place them in a simple vase To freshen up the darkest place Cause I want to wish In the deepest wells And I want to share Everything that I tell Cause my nose still drips This hay fever Turning down my eyes My nose still drips This hay fever Only silencing cries How does one live

If they can’t read or write How does one survive If they only learn to kill and fight Getting so tired Of trying and trying Only waking up To do it over again Just like love’s promises Faded while not lost Learning to respect each other Hoping the future requires A whole lot less lost costs Places where no one can hurt Places to be loved When will there be no decisions Only between hammer and a gun

They held their tongues/ ( the problem with forgiveness In absolutes) They held their tongues As the boxcars passed Through the memory Of a forgotten past They slit their throats As the boxcars passed Through the memory Of a forgotten past And they didn’t say a word As the boxcars passed But then their was a reaction And then it began to build To see another sent off to die To see the eyes of a child Eyes too cold to cry But then there was a mutiny To fight male’s false reality As actions began to build Dissent from within the conquered Dissent as being responsible They bombed the bridges As the tanks rolled Trapped the troops In the deepest of snow

Returning downed pilots back to bases And manufacturing blank artillery Writers hiding in houses holding hope Internal and never to mention metaphysics Unreality of non-existence being forced as basics Power is never obtained by way of gun Cause if your important enough to listen And if your important enough to recognize You will never even have to have one

Then Elvis presented the rings and began the sermon You can usually tell by the look in their eyes Just gotta get em over a few of life’s hurdles Hopefully it’s just Santa and the Easter bunny If they believe the words Some never graduate Only Started the process of creating their delusions Great Uncle Sal wrote a song about life

I believe it was… “Gramma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” It was just a statement about women Cause Grandma goes around on holidays Breaking bread and telling everyone to go to Hell Just smart enough to recognize three things: That first; there is a beauty in the harlequin of existence. Second, that the world needs to be remade. And Thirdly, and most importantly; because, those two things Are absolutes; there always must be work done.

But there is no nobler title than widowed male Pleading the 5th never sounds as pretentious Except coming from executors of billion dollar ponsi schemes But coming to put my faith back into the lord Trusting Him always with all my legal matters Lord being the king, hollowed be his name, Thy Graceland come, they will be done, in A hound dogs name … Hunka Hunka burning Blind lady justice… He makes me trust my gut like a quickShooting President, least that’s what All foreign intelligence has told me Bet he doesn’t trust the blondes either Must scare him more than anything else They do things in teams like secretive Organizations being institutional and creepy Making Brunettes take death pacts and sign Blood oaths before they use the dye and Transfer over to the other side in the realization At becoming the destroyer of the world Just making it known there is magic in this world And no it is not Santa Putting on a zebra shirt And blowing a whistle to flip-flop Their poly-sci spectrum of dysfunctionality

letter to Father/ Male team serial killers I’ll hold the gun I’ll hold the gun to ignorance I’ll hold the gun to intolerance I’ll hold the gun to hate And make you realize a different fate I’ll hold a gun to your rage If you hold the gun to mine And I’ll hold a gun to anyone To every animal building a cage I’ll shine a light on abuse And I’ll shine a light on misuse I’ll shine a light on rape On anyone in any nation state Something moving over on the right Werewolf stalking during the night Arrive at Granny’s for a dinner date Only to see him creeping through the front gate Only to watch through beveled glass windows Hearing screams worst than the queen’s crows Cries of mercy heard between blows She let him in on a ballot and a vote She saw him teach faith using books about goats Cannonballs and razor sharp claws Extended from murderous latex paws To hide the evidence without a trace Werewolves are taking over the place

They’ll say wasn’t any tapes and nobody kept notes And say there wasn’t any DNA it went up in smoke They’ll say this is my nighteey, and I kept the receipt And that the facts prove this is really my name on title and deed Must be some kinda coincide that I’m caught in the middle Must be some sortta bet that they were trying to settle Little Red Riding hood should have been a Private Eye Granted all the rights of a secret international spy With a two-way to safety that no-one could page To send the marines, the army, and the navy To call up a guard for poor dear granny Because it would not take a million, ½ million, or fifty Would only take one soldier because satellites are like jiffy To stop abuse squarely dead in its tracks But old werewolf used them instead broadcasting false facts To stop abuse and please do not laugh Your father should only say he used different math Your mother did all the work regardless of what you see To stop abuse dead in its tracks And teach the law that the werewolf lacks But those in power like to confuse the facts They musta seen dad do something similar before And musta never realized it was their job to settle his score To become what’s best and send misery back to its maker To accept the gifts exchanged and return what we take from her Not for recognizing what is evil, but for making the turn Not stopping to acknowledge, and allowing love’s churns To only emerge far too late, in most men, our biggest mistake Forgetting at all times the eyes of the world create That those in the world choose to remember and relate Acknowledging crimes that did unfold Acknowledging what they were never even told In every country and in every single state To know not only the worthy go passing through the gate To know not only the worthy may make it down an aisle

Is to know that temptation is a test in which there should be no smile And only those that make these tests truly know what is best Not by Job title, rank, class, or race But by their daily actions they take while their dreams they chase True beauty need not wear mask but may conceal when playful For they may see us as having needn’t be last And for that instant and out of simple reason We may have passed To practice, show, and teach compassion as worth However the sorrow when it is not always felt first To teach children well not always the same in habit Not just anyone could remember such faults occur I’ll hold the gun to ignorance I’ll hold the gun to intolerance I’ll hold the gun to hate And make you realize a different fate

Nobody knows everybody’s goals Nobody knows Where the cold wind blows Going down the tracks Nobody knows where The cold wind blows Beating us on the back We’re marching east So they can see We’re marching east To set us free Inside the beltway We’ll make the south say Sanctity for everyone Starting with today Going to change the cloth That’s flown for far too long Going to change the world Starting with this song……. Symbols of their evils Suspended from ropes and poles Mississippi and Alabama We’re done paying our tolls How can you make a child Salute a confederate flag Hopes and wishes never fade As deferred dreams mount Into the creation of a new day It will be a high court decision

It’s one of humanities missions To talk the words that we will hear The end to all of aggressive fear The future generations will say It was too long But we did grow strong Watching the weakness Of ignorance It was too long But we did grow strong Coming to hear a repentance We’ll march into Washington Walking hand in hand And we shall overcome Power and rejoice we’ll stand Free men once slaves to sand Cause nobody knows where The cold wind blows Goin down the tracks Cause nobody knows where The cold wind blows Beating us in the back

A string-theory of titles telling a story Wards of Armageddon is not central To the Toa of Pooh and unlike The wisdom of Gandhi And the Book of Blues We ain’t all gonna die By the way of the sword Or is it just the art of war Traveling through Heaven and Hell The doors of perception Stand like a house divided Confining common sense And the rights of man Struggling in this republic The bright lights and big city Shine like the story of O Globalizing this planet into ariels With an aroma of a rose as I lay dying Bound for Glory only wanting to play Piano drunk till the fingers begin to bleed A bit on a player piano as they bury my heart At wounded knee and a sacred voice calls out Live from death row Getting licensed to go trout fishing in America With the help of whiskey and robots debating Why the cage bird sings like the woman who Found her voice filled with the fear and loathing Of the greatest generation holding onto at least Nine stories about the seven stages of faith While Itemizing Lolita’s right to despair over Pushkin’s children who learned to buy stocks

From the women of the Old Testament Collected poems and essays of America Justifying eating the rich while corrupt Politics repeated the Trojan Wars in 1984’s Crucible of watership down’s da vince code Embedded in the belly of Moby Dick 12,000 Leagues under the old man and the sea Things fall apart in Charlotte’s Web Which the tarantula made to capture The crimes in the Great Gatsby’s mansion Storming Uncle Tom’s cabin to make bases From which Eisenhower shot from To kill a mockingbird and debate ethics Of plutonium files and the stranger We went through the metamorphoses To become one with the birches A green pharmacy in Spoon River Anthology which we fork and knife Through as left-overs of outsiders That kamikaze pilots and the rise And fall of the third reich attempted repeats In the sands of time the hourglass has Been flipped by those compiled In profiles and courage as they teach The rules for radicals as they lay me down To a naked lunch which we intake in The matrix while watching Kafka on The shore he’s not marching anymore In the jurassic park of spiritual enlightenment And understanding the limited amount Of people wanted to be met in heaven The master and the margarita Crossed a bridge of evolution cause I’m not sick I’m left handed and Effectively one with Dharma’s Bums Because the giving tree said spare no expense In teaching love and war to those Reciting the new psalms and already practicing The Karma Sutra while planning to teach Contraception to Catholics as the celibates Preach how rubber is made into monetary

Success of stealing this book… knowledge Is half the battle do it she’s MADD

Number of Alcoholic drinks a day is Obviously not a drinking problem Continuing passions and hobbies Easing your stress by creating my anger Sitting screaming at the evaluator Moving the picsals across the screen Televising the new mental disorders Old hat tricks destroying the mortar Of a government in bed with lies New creations for the pharmaceuticals And how the writers for the written Continue to propagate the capitols Shooting monkeys up to space With disregard for the human race Saw begging for money in the shadow Destruction- did that paradigm Become a capitalistic endeavor? Pre-thought to divert money from flood victims Into makeup for officials slothingly eating Refusing to show emotion in struggle’s face While bottled up for a sound byte followed; Bottles lined their dorm rooms but that was… Decades ago in a land of make believe Which they obviously didn’t try to outgrew long ago… So daddy’s six year old could drive To church on Sundays and purchase Chicken noodle soup books for birthdays

And that country singer sure resembles Jesus Deep voiced, hairy chest, cowboy hat, stud Jeans so tight could be a marble statue Complaining about the creation but still It goes the same direction only resolved Shitting while denying I have an ass Answering question honestly shouldn’t be A struggle if not pretending to be another Lieing about John’s parts To take flight around A world within soft folds Expecting greenbacks Grinding on the fruit Calcium still holed up In the halos of jaw lines Gnawing on peach pits

Easing your stress by creating my anger Sitting screaming at the evaluator Moving the picsals across the screen Televising the new mental disorders Old hat tricks destroying the mortar Of a government in bed with lies New creations for the pharmaceuticals And how the writers for the written Continue to propagate the capitols Shooting monkeys up to space With disregard for the human race I saw love once in a photograph It was garnished with basil And accompanied by sterling Silver wine goblet only then The photographer flushed The toilet and the water made The shits go down the hole Never had the same feeling again Could never enter the same state the same Lieing about John’s parts To take flight around

A world within soft folds Expecting greenbacks Grinding on the fruit Calcium still holed up In the halos of jaw lines Gnawing on peach pits

Drinking Song Red Block Blue Block Just Rejections Green Block Gold Block Now im startin To get them Started a fire Built a farm We just play In the barn Marshy Bogs And Lincoln logs Riding trains Wearing clogs Tipp the whiskey Pour the ale Haki Da And away we sail Drink it down And away we go It’s a drinking game Just so you know Hopping the rails And chasing tails Don’t just grab It’s how to fail Checks are coming

In the mail Peppermint schnopps And Apertiffs Watch you’re wallet Cause we’re all thieves Tipp the whiskey Pour the ale Haki Da And away we sail Drink it Down And Away we go It’s a drinking game Just so you know Got no names Got no teams Drinking drinks Is all it means Sucking pennies Throwing copper Driving Drunk Hey theres a copper Cherries and Berries Boys in Blue Hitting the brakes Now don’t be rude Answering questions Blowing in tubes Answering questions Now handcuffed and screwed Doing it again cause Im on the street This time im just gonna use my feet Tipp the Whiskey Pour the ale Haki Da And away we sail It’s a drinking game

Just so you know Got no names Got no teams Drinking drinks Is all it means