There are those who feed on the
children of mistrust
And there are those who feed
their fevers with hot fires
Do not be deceived
For there are dragons hiding
within every empty shadow
There are men afoot with
horrible intentions
who were born of horrible misdeeds
Men whose hearts are tattered wicker
baskets holding empty dreams
Hunting over the land
Slip into the corners where mice hide
and make not a sound
Sleep for a thousand years
Pray that in the wakening they who
seek have fallen silent
Or have forgotten their mad course
Brief swollen rage flowing in the
grey valleys of their hearts
Hollow threats start to part the sick
smiles they leave hanging like
dried leeches from the yellow skin
on their faces
Cages within cages
Babies with empty bellies wailing
Cradled in the compressed mud of
the beast's footprint
A sheet of falling rain
Hazy flashes of lightning
Leave us here smitten with injustice
Juries returning unanswered
There is a ding-a-ling on the loose
where no one is fond of looking
But where all men must eventually
turn their gaze
These caverns
These halls
These stone-lined tunnels the
receptacle of men's screams and the
final resting place of long, stiff
bones
Better to die within the glistening
stalagmites of a cave's teeth than in
the fangs of the dragon who calls that
cave his home
Rum and whiskey in a faded silver flask
Fear and loathing in a faded
yellow smile
Courage does not pour freely from the
bottle's open mouth
Nor from the aching heart in the
uncomfortable grip of death
Ripped from a mother's breast
Milk ever sour now still present on his
soft lips
I ain't never been fair my whole life
And life ain't never been fair to me
If given the tit I'll use my teeth
Brush the tip with my tongue and taste
the blood
Fresh from fighting
Fresh from the lungs
The trail goes cold in the forest
But you were too stupid to stop your
crying
Crash through the underbrush
Trampled by the stampede of mankind on
his way to a slow demise
Perspiration at your temple
Spots on your back
He who rides thereupon shall burn with
an insatiable rash and be subject to
an irresistible and all-consuming itch
His mind shall swim with uncertainties
His balls shall be as dry as the desert
arroyos
And when the night refuses to give up
the day
he shall know terror
Such terror that roots in the lower gut
That eats away at the optic nerve
That spills a toxic mix of grey sewage
from uncorked bowels
Man stands tall
Yes
But the sun still burns him
The Earth still covers him
Children still rip themselves from
betwixt his loins
And the infinite distance from his
lonely existence to the stars above
still confounds him
Soul Spirit Black Whale singing in
glitter and rhinestones
Bring home those that were lost
Storm tossed to the four corners of our
planet
Granted asylum but never allowed to go
home
Some were captured
Some surrendered
Some were burned from flesh to cinders
They traipse through the halls of
modern design
Where faith is but a weak leg holding
up the table of their collapse
Perhaps a stronger push
A stronger Father
Neither love nor dust nor the things that float in between can save us now
05.2012
children of mistrust
And there are those who feed
their fevers with hot fires
Do not be deceived
For there are dragons hiding
within every empty shadow
There are men afoot with
horrible intentions
who were born of horrible misdeeds
Men whose hearts are tattered wicker
baskets holding empty dreams
Hunting over the land
Slip into the corners where mice hide
and make not a sound
Sleep for a thousand years
Pray that in the wakening they who
seek have fallen silent
Or have forgotten their mad course
Brief swollen rage flowing in the
grey valleys of their hearts
Hollow threats start to part the sick
smiles they leave hanging like
dried leeches from the yellow skin
on their faces
Cages within cages
Babies with empty bellies wailing
Cradled in the compressed mud of
the beast's footprint
A sheet of falling rain
Hazy flashes of lightning
Leave us here smitten with injustice
Juries returning unanswered
There is a ding-a-ling on the loose
where no one is fond of looking
But where all men must eventually
turn their gaze
These caverns
These halls
These stone-lined tunnels the
receptacle of men's screams and the
final resting place of long, stiff
bones
Better to die within the glistening
stalagmites of a cave's teeth than in
the fangs of the dragon who calls that
cave his home
Rum and whiskey in a faded silver flask
Fear and loathing in a faded
yellow smile
Courage does not pour freely from the
bottle's open mouth
Nor from the aching heart in the
uncomfortable grip of death
Ripped from a mother's breast
Milk ever sour now still present on his
soft lips
I ain't never been fair my whole life
And life ain't never been fair to me
If given the tit I'll use my teeth
Brush the tip with my tongue and taste
the blood
Fresh from fighting
Fresh from the lungs
The trail goes cold in the forest
But you were too stupid to stop your
crying
Crash through the underbrush
Trampled by the stampede of mankind on
his way to a slow demise
Perspiration at your temple
Spots on your back
He who rides thereupon shall burn with
an insatiable rash and be subject to
an irresistible and all-consuming itch
His mind shall swim with uncertainties
His balls shall be as dry as the desert
arroyos
And when the night refuses to give up
the day
he shall know terror
Such terror that roots in the lower gut
That eats away at the optic nerve
That spills a toxic mix of grey sewage
from uncorked bowels
Man stands tall
Yes
But the sun still burns him
The Earth still covers him
Children still rip themselves from
betwixt his loins
And the infinite distance from his
lonely existence to the stars above
still confounds him
Soul Spirit Black Whale singing in
glitter and rhinestones
Bring home those that were lost
Storm tossed to the four corners of our
planet
Granted asylum but never allowed to go
home
Some were captured
Some surrendered
Some were burned from flesh to cinders
They traipse through the halls of
modern design
Where faith is but a weak leg holding
up the table of their collapse
Perhaps a stronger push
A stronger Father
Neither love nor dust nor the things that float in between can save us now
05.2012
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