Neither Profitable Nor Popular

2002-06-12T15:42:00.000-07:00

"When I see that smile light up your face,
Each time we find a special place,
All our own...

When you take my hand and share a view,
Incomparable just like you,
I understand.

This is where we were meant to be,
This place brings out the best in you and me.

And why, did we wait so long,
When there's so much going on.
m-m-m-m, all around.
We found our own great time,
Why'd we wait so long?

Oh yeah (spoken)"

-- michigan.org commercial
and my current fave tune

2002-05-25T17:59:00.000-07:00

She's walking down the treacherous winter path.
She knows she cannot understand at all
the magic snowfall's bitter aftermath.
There's something in her longs to slip and fall.

A thin regret her empty mind invades.
A fiery white wine crowds the brims of eyes
and hovers on the lashes of the blades
and clinks down on the unresponsive ice.

2002-05-19T18:12:00.001-07:00

> Jesus was a policeman
When he busted all those dopers
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely unmarked cruiser
And when he knew for certain
Only wiretaps would seal it
He said "All men shall be guilty
Until the court shall will it"
But he himself was tokin'
Long before the line was opened
He trippin', always moving
As he swayed before the music and the strobe.

2002-05-19T18:12:00.000-07:00

> I wish I could be a renaissance man
With new ideas and lies to tell,
With deep TB and fruitless plans,
With scabies, churches, causes fell.

I wish I were a man back then,
A scholar, poet, paragon,
A lover, ruler, some black titan,
A deadly shadow glimpsed then gone.

I wish I was now long since dead,
taking with me all my leads,
useful ideas each left unsaid,
trailing only sterile seeds.

I wish right now I were but ash,
returning naught but that I asked,
safe removed from life's wet mesh,
refusing once more the final test.

I wish I could be a renaisance man,
My vision grasps the oh so grand,
I'll frown, I'll pout, I'll take my stand,
I wish I could be a renaisance man.

2002-05-17T18:27:00.000-07:00

I had known this since the moment
You first set your eyes on me.
Harrowing eternal torment
Was to be my destiny.
Then without a rhyme or reason
A black rose flowered in my mind.
Now it's past the blooming season.
Death, come gently and be kind.

2002-05-17T18:13:00.000-07:00

Like snakes out of an island
My life seeps out of me.
The north wind's tiny violin
Wails in sympathy.
A twilight-coloured softness
Spiders through my veins.
The world is growing lightless.
Only death remains.

2002-05-17T17:49:00.000-07:00

You have known this much before--
Truth is never what it seems.
The stranger knocking on your door
Was the stranger of your dreams.
Now his faint retreating feet
Numb with grief and withered trust
Wander--with a tragic beat,
Vanish--in a cloud of dust.

2002-05-17T08:34:00.000-07:00

The cavern of my mind combats
The harmonies of keening bats,
Its thin walls strained by sharps and flats.
One unyielding flame remains--
But by its burning slowly drains
The vital air that soothed my pains.

2002-05-16T16:08:00.000-07:00

'Tis equinox, and all's gone south.
A swan song gathers in my mouth.
I never lived what I had dreamed.
My life will wind down unredeemed.
Familiar shadows leer at me
In maleficent extacy.
I close the book with mind devout
And gently pull the bookmark out.

2002-05-16T15:53:00.000-07:00

Your windswept tortured face again
Assails my lager-laden brain.
The remnants of my shattered mind
Forever won't be realigned.
My ruminations subdivide,
Engender thoughts of suicide.
My wrist is hot, my blade is chill -
'Tis time my hand went for the kill.

2002-05-16T14:36:00.000-07:00

Light pours forth on blinded eyes.
I face the truth of my demise.
I'll not resist, though pain is strong -
The ending notes of one last song.
Deprived of thought, my mind is numb.
At last this final day has come.
The hand of death wraps 'round my throat
As devils cloaked in sorrow float
Around my body, scorched by sin,
But I won't let the demons in.
The image of your face appears.
I cannot wipe away your tears.
They fall so gently to the ground
And say so much yet make no sound.
I reach out toward the brilliant sky.
I've lived enough. Now let me die.