Exit Same As Entrance

Mama you’re going home.

Your brothers and sister

Remember? You kissed her?

And then your sister went her way.

It wasn’t the best, okay?

But it’s just a play and

Mama, you say

It is what it damn well is.

Mom, Don’t Phone The Cops.

Nine one one, nine one one.

Someone’s mind is on the run.

Someone has come all undone.

Now they’ve taken all the fun

Outa livin by yourself.

Now you went and dealt

Us a losing hand.

Mom.

Don’t phone the cops.

You do that tops

The list of No Can Do

Cause they’ll take you

Away.

Love So Many People

Yes, l could hate her.

She didn’t know my name.

She didn’t know I came.

To see her.

One time I was part her.

A big part now, I saw just how

She argued for her weakness.

I sat there keeping speachless.

That pie hole closed, well,

I supposed that game would make

A place for me.

I would then be free

To make a brand new path

Without her wrath.

Pretending I don’t love her.

If You Stay In Your Body

You’re not going to heaven.

You won’t know dimension.

You’ll come back again.

And again and again.

If you stay in that body.

The Non Tinkers

She was right as rain.

In no pain.

Ready to gain

Full function.

Good lady had no gumption.

Blind like a bat

Who forgot that

Her sound wave sense had left her.

She was done listening

As the sweat beads, glistening

Slowly crept from her brow.

She was sick so hard and how

Did the good lady get here?

Her mode wasn’t all clear

But she had no fear

Her governors would protect her.

She didn’t know they’d forget her.

They were all about process.

They would not address

The fact she just bit a bullet.

They would not admit nor pull it.

It was in her now

She would go how

Ever the vaccine took her.

Working Witches

She could spell happiness

And hope and forgiveness.

She cast so many elements

Blessings into this

Soup called life

Or bread or potatoes

Doesn’t really matter

Where they go, she goes.

Into the air now, into your lungs

Hands toward heaven

Happiness runs

Courses through see stems

You want to play.

And shit doesn’t wear off

After only one day.

It’s with you.

It is you.

Whaddya say?

Thank you Dee Dee.

Fooler Mom

Bitch you really got me good.

Hood winked me every time you could.

I dangled there like you knew I would.

I slew all your enemies.

Even if they were friends to me.

You got me so damn good.

Papa tried to warn me.

My mind could not see.

What a twisted bitch you were.

And mama you do not care.

Use me like a weapon.

Get all that you can.

Bitch you got me good.

Wise Ways

A trap he saw

Where none exists

So he tread lightly

In starts and fits.

Courage now, he must resist

Running to beat high heaven.

No traps back where he bin.

None to the left.

None to the right.

Some traps, he knew, came out at night.

But those weren’t the traps that delivered fright

It was traps of the mind, they were there alright.

Day or darkness

They were part of this

Plan to bring him down.

Those traps were all around.

Right inside his thinking.

When Jones Fell

On the front lines

There are those times

Where the enemy is within.

There’s no place to begin.

So you buckle down

Damn torpedoes frown

On sites set too high

You’re not that guy

Don’t ask now why

The sky, she falls

And all cat calls

Miss the mark cause

You are them and they now.

A Place Without Gods

The king decreed

Everyman seethed

At the notion there be no god.

Not here, ruled the monarch.

Not today.

Maybe god returns

Another day but

Today god stays away.

King said

And he waved his arms in a pathway

Charmed

By the forces at kings call.

Bells rang out and the boys with clout

Flailed all about

While the throngs pushed back around them.

But the boys, they were ready

And hard stare steady

Batons cracked the air and blows colored hair

With blood not reining from god.

Men were stuck knee deep in the sod.

Nowhere to kneel

They began to feel

The king was right

They could keep up the fight

But god wasn’t here today.

In Will Valley

Roaming in the wild

Where the big wills play.

You better make your mind up

Or they’ll have their way

With you boy, man, woman or child.

Roamin’ with the big wills

In the Valley of the Wild.

They Made The Neighbors Squeal

Dial six one one and

Call someone.

The neighbors having visits.

They don’t know what it is.

They just know that this is

A time for lonely.

You stay homely.

Sick and die on your own.

You don’t leave your home.

You’re diseased, my friend.

You can see the end.

The edge has come to find you.

The Second Death Of Mama

Mom you die

And die and die.

No one knows how much you die.

Life, you question even why.

Why life must be dying.

You wake up you’re crying.

Maybe mom, be trying

To see your all-go-rythm.

Killin’ Mama

You died slow like

One day at a time.

And a death that slow

Ain’t no damn crime.

In fact, when time is on rewind.

You’ll find you’re in heaven.

You will be forgiven.

Just you don’t remember.

You were always there.

All this here

Is make believe.

There was never any need to grieve.

You will remember heaven.

You Can Be Someone Else

I wish

I wish

I wish I was

Someone else not just because

Someone else is better than me

Or someone else can better see

The faults and talent

I can’t see.

Tho evident to them

Not me.

And so I pray

One day to be

That someone else

I too, can be.

The Day Mom Died

Mom didn’t die

The day she died.

She ate a pill

Said open wide.

Then her good life

And death collided.

They didn’t know they met.

There was no regret.

Just, hello Reaper.

Mother’s keeper.

You old sneaker

Skulking up behind her.

Death, we knew, would find her.

Said, don’t be so damn kind sir.

Don’t go quietly to that night.

Resist now with all your might.

Mother, now’s the time to fight.

Fight us for your very life.

Fight us for the right

To lose your mind

So damn unkind.

To die while still alive.

Stress Boils

You don’t have my back.

I have yours.

You think I am whack.

Well, of course.

I am.

I ran.

All this way to meet you.

Here in the middle.

Here, we don’t fiddle

With numbers

Becomers.

Fixin’ leaks like plumbers.

We’re sinking

You’re thinking

Please untie the lifeboats.

Then miniature like play goats

We’ll scramble quick to freedom

They’ll all come

You’re welcome.

Cause sis, I got your back.

The Bastards Of Bearsville

She said shut your effing mouth.

And mask up, fiend!

There was no time for niceties

And nothing in between.

Bitch was serious.

She meant her demeaning.

Without any screening.

She was still screaming

When entering my zone.

This place is my home.

I’m here all alone.

But she wants to come in

Make me make a big sin.

Hands below her mask now.

Squeezing hard to last now.

Please stop squirming.

Here, start learning.

You’re NPC momma.

Gonna hurt us all come a

Time when you’re silent.

All bitching now spent.

No mask tomorrow

When there be sorrow

For no one

Nor you hon.

Now we breathe easy

But you’re not.

Just A Guy Acting Like A Guy Who Thinks He’s Another Guy

When you point your finger.

Are you happy you can point?

Does the pointing now anoint

You to that realm

Where you have found

Your glare directs attention?

And when you mention

Your attention

Is it you

Or those attending?

The Franchises Of Prison

A name was needed

And it hadda be cool.

Tat it on a million faces.

Let ’em cools tool.

Let ’em work.

Let ’em jerk.

Then boot ’em from your see stem.

Tell ’em you will help ’em.

Sell ’em guns and ammo.

They will pay to play doh.

Set up another.

Be that mother.

Hoodlums dine with you, ya?

DeStimulation

Your smile.

Your frown.

You upside down.

You right side up.

You had enough?

Or does it matter?

You madhatter.

You brain scatter.

Hey! Get atter!

Buddy ain’t wearin’ no mask!

You Could Take Your Star Off

They weren’t fighting on the beaches.

No bombs screamed down from the air.

The unmolested strolled about.

They didn’t seem to care.

The river rose

And quickly chose

Unfortunates to float.

The weather swamped their boat.

Crocks slid in the moat.

Yes, you can ride and

Many died

And with them went their vote.

Daft Punks

Mister Trumpachov,

Tear down this wall!

They did call from the wayside.

Silence total from the nayside.

So tear they did

And all was hid

By the houses built

Out of wall brick.

Turn Off Your Reciever, There’s A Signal Coming Through.

The alarm is set.

It’s set. It’s set.

You wanna be a winner?

Bet. You bet.

Wanna get wise?

Regret. Forget.

Don’t believe in Karma?

Oh shet. Not yet?

Gonna make a bed

Can’t be laid in.

Tied up, preyed on.

Move me in the hallway.

I won’t run away.

I don’t have the legs.

I’ma guy who begs.

I can see the pegs.

Move me up a couple.

I won’t be no trouble.

Hanging in the hallway.

Just another day.

Da Fam

Born into a good fam-lee?

That’s good. That’s great.

But hold on, wait…

Born into a bad fam-lee?

That’s sad. Be glad.

Because you have

A better shot at happ ee ness.

Aim through the stress.

Know you are blessed.

With happ ee ness.

Forget the rest.

This is a test.

Just do your best

Grow happ ee ness.

Your own good fam ill lee.

A River And The Ocean

You live on a sinking boat.

In a moat.

Buddy lives on the lake.

Buddy can wake and bake.

Life is his to take.

It’s a big life, ya.

Made up, ha ha!

Or filled with Waah!

Depends on the moat

Or the lake.

Fed To Death

They buffayed all day

In every way

And none did say

Hey, hey okay…

Houston, we have a problem.

No but we called on God then.

But God was away

Yet we still did pay

The beggar his daily due.

He put our dues straight on through.

Ignoring our boo hoo hoos.

A beggar, he was

Not just because

He begged.

He mislead, too.

Please Mind Don’t Leave Me

I know you slip away

When my eyes are closed.

And sometimes you return so slow

When I think I have arose.

Desert me in mid sentence

Blank my meeting eyes.

Make them ask me questions

Then allow me no replies.

You scatter brain me

Can’t retrain me

You see I see

You are gone.

My very fond

And faithful engineer.

You stay here.

Stick with me.

Where Stupid Winds Prevail

Oh there ain’t no need

For you to heed

The whispering breeze’s suggestion.

Buddy, you don’t even question

Is it right?

Is it fright?

Is it your damn plight?

Or are they trying to undermine you?

If they can’t then will they fine you?

Is the system breaking down?

If you take a look around

Is there carnage?

Harmage?

Are they getting goats?

Persisting with their votes?

While slowly digging moats

Around their castles?

The assholes.

Screwing all the vassels.

With barbarians so invisible

They can instill

Great fear bolted to nada.

T’was The Night Before Hellness

You mask up and

Task up and

You keep your distance.

Please no resistance

Your pain is an instance

Of how you insist that

Freedom is better than

Living forever

Just under the boot of some Jack?

Buddy, that’s whacked and

You better get back

To the place where your grace was

Measured by yeses.

Forget all these guesses

And lay down when they tell you

Lay down.