I find the world outside too be cruel
I lock away in body and mind,
As today and tomorrow renews
Impending future seems so sublime.
I’m crippled by agoraphobia

I had a little puppy
All furry, on fours,
I just forgot about him
When I slammed every door,
I had a little turtle
In a tank he did swim,
I heated up the water
Cause I cared much for him.

I remember all the heart-break trapped inside this lonely shell
You took everything I ever owned and left me in this hell,
I should have known that you were a materialist

Two fangs like straws dig in
The red menace now begins,
The night falls, roses die
In the pleasure of the night,
The light deceives the dark
Like a beating, piercing heart,

Floating on a rainbow, billowing just below the clouds
Finding the sound of silence to be deafeningly loud,
A spoonful of madness will deliver my journey’s end

Remember when we knew it all
When we had it all worked out?
Back when we were playing ball
When we knew without a doubt,
That life would flow the way we want
Cause it had no other choice,

Behold the tattered remnants
Of a past where no one cared,
A past that built the future
From warfare and man’s despair.
Now can we overcome it?
Can we build tomorrow new?

Friday’s jubilant tradition
Is upon us once again,
After work inebriation
Starts with one and ends with ten.
Now the working week’s concluded
And I’ve drunk way too many,

One by one
From the tiny car they come.
Two by two
Their enormous floppy shoes,
Three by three
Always acting so happy,
Four by four
Balloon animals and more,
Five by five

As the Ref’s whistle blows
The field’s filled with blue, maroon,
The first hit-up thunders
Defense is torn asunder.
A fifty meter dash
Then they play the ball too fast

Holy Father, Holy Ghost, the divine trinity
Why does your word cost the most when preached from our T.V.s?
Did you assign dollar signs to cover over-heads?

Now what is freedom? Is it...
Bending to the will of terror?
I just don’t think so. Is it...
The willingness to make errors,
Yes, inner freedom. Is it...
Discrimination of a race

Translucent, cool, refreshing
Through finger-tips caressing,
The challenge is arresting
I just cannot hold it tight.

The water trickles downward
Soon both my feet surrounded,

Arthritic tugs of pain
Hamper every movement,
Advancing every day
There’s just no improvement,
Involuntary moans
Escape me standing-up,
These bloody old-man groans

On a frigid, freezing winter morning
The final warrior kneels exhausted,
Covered in blood as the sun is dawning
Raising sword, he rises from his haunches.
Through the aftermath of his own onslaught
He ambles bloodied, broken and beaten,
Yet another battle needs to be fought
With another horde of raging heathens,
Digging deep, he finds strength he never knew
To swing his sword with the power of god,
With the sole intention to see it through
So one day he may be able to stop.