Glue holding you, a porcelain vase, truth be told it was late to the glaze
late to the shine that reflects all the pain, to protect the heart you ran to the brain

time now caught, the box infront, worn world's turned rough, death mocks to confront
and opened lid, to share what you found, or kept snakes inside where the heart would be bound, poison and sickness to flow wide and free, no cage for the rage, hurt and disease, it spilled through your eyes, the beauty unclear, the trees are alive but they're shaded with fear, cars buildings and cats, guns fearful of fact, eye to mistrust, so never turn your back.

Never turn your back.


Rough ride to cracked veins, age touching on the name, Pandora, the young womans ashes spell out the blame, the story of tired humans wearing their shame, the badge of their pride on the left arm, the same, the red band of jealousy murder and hate, whose blood drips down fingers that cannot relate, that choke through the throats of those much the same, perhaps different clothes, skin-color or race, religion or family, bi straight or gay, intolerance released on that fateful day, when the box did yet shine, and the eyes did yet play, for the youthful child had now knowledge of today, and when she opened that box the world learned of dismay, yet 'twas but for her eyes did the world change in that place, a split second to make a full about face.

And years, and dust, have dulled through the shine, the glowing young woman remains trapped inside, a star, a sun, so wise and so kind, humble, with love, for others and life, for cats and her husband, and the DMT pipe, the lessons to share and the laughter and light.

through the storm and the flame it's here that we find, with a grin most insane, trapped deep in the mind,
what she thought she had lost at the end of her rope:

the last thing in the box that she opened was hope.


<3 love you pandora.

Songbird, who cut off your wings? Did they put you in a cage and force you to sing?

It's a long way back to the trees, now.

And did the oil in the skies get stuck to your feathers, chem trails on the wind, your friends die with the weather?

Rats riddled with disease, now.

Did the guitar save your heart, when it rattled your bars?
singing wood ringing true of a place with no cars, no streetlights of orange to choke out the stars, no ringing alarms, cigarettes, cigars, bottles of JD broken, burning throats scarred, raspy voices grumbling that life is too hard, they've given it all up without much regards.

Did songs remind you? did chains and smog bind you? Did the light of the moon for the first time blind you? thunder and lightning, frightening, fry you?

And when you thought of dying, friends and family crying, the dirt and the worms, the coffin to burn, the flowers and mourners, ashes and urns, did you realize in the ground, rotten and rusty, with love on my mind i'd lie down beside you?

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«p«Shadow, psy doses brother in the mind
dark walk in the rain, take ten talks to pain
»b»
é Madness flows like ghosts of another space and time
shellshock finds expanding pieces of peace to glow thy name è

--»» Walk with me, we need not be far of this place, we need not hold them to our own eyes and draw out their cries of sorrow, be not far from the stream which all love flies, i can see clear from the dreams of the dying, tomorrow««--


let your evil out alone, bark dog and flea bite back home, chain link collar and a barb wire bone, beer bottle switchblade singing to the alley cats alone, smog from the lungs guns and chemical exhaust, exhausted at the thought of the sewer grated block, window-pained paint stripper skyscraper molotov, hiding cut-throat thug memoirs of iraq and vietnam, dissent to dissaray from within and from afar, the nations are awakened to the falling of the stars, setting fire to town halls, banks and police cars

cause at the final cut
every dollar that you`ve got
won`t just be quite enough
to forgive forget forgot
in towering faith, to cowering crowds
let the crows bees and dragonflies
antlers and owls, moss greener than grass that`s been cut down for cows
NATURE FORGIVES NATURE ALLOWS

all are safe within these boughs, knot bow to the rules that do not forgive
let life leaf and root take sprout smile and live, sunshine and rain wash away sin to grieve
this place is so beautiful we don`t need to leave, we can still have the streams and the green blooming dream
with mycelium nutrients sprouting abeam and abroad of the thought, seeds weed and pods, roots shoots and tubers
to chew and to gnaw, make stew in the pot and leave it for night to go play and laugh then come back to the fire
alight and ablaze we can sing and share time
and

awake, awing, sun spent sun-day, lazy and dazed, a palace to think
chop, wedge, hammer and sledge, wobbly knees and the grind-stone clink

i thought of you once, stick a fork in i'm done, thought of you twice, mind's dripping with ice, third time's the charm, because it's done enough harm, clipped toes video-taped take the fakes for a flight

leave mine mind behind, blade bare to shave, hair braid encased, wildwood's no good, stump stubble face to save, rub your hand on your chin and once again to begin, sprouting white rhizomorphs spouting spores on the wind

father form and forgo, in time yet to live, forget leaf left to leave, forgive begot left to grieve, heavy heart fist and white-knuckled holes like a ship, spun around to dip
and left hung to drip, no noose news to rope my head around, fall down and puke, crying crawl on the ground, eyes and ears shut out to the buzzing killsaw sound, with a handful of thorns, cows milked from the sickness, ill breed to decieve, poison letters veins freeze, blank memories twist knots shots and needles, diseased, and all are born dead for miles yet around.

" We must hold a bomb in our hands, a dagger in our teeth and an infinite scorn in our hearts" - Benito mussolini