What to do With me When I'm Gone

Now please
throw me down
I'm dead.

I died of a
gun shot wound
to the head.

In my life
my mouth
did blurt,

I do not
want to be
under the dirt.

Give me one
reason to think
life is a flower.

Then you may
plant me like
seeds to be showered.

I'd rather be
cremated and
flushed down the toilet.

Warning Label

Careful, careful...
Don't touch me there.
Don't come so close.
Don't breathe my air.

Don't open the door,
don't let me in.
Don't question my being,
because I'll try to win.

Be prepared for my heartache.
I trade pleasure for pain.
Watch me smile, but beware,
even white leaves stains.

If you like solitude,
singledom and one...
Stay clear of me, I'm
learning... I'm young.

Voluntary Grounding

Sitting on a cement bench
on the front porch, late at night.
It's dark outside, cars pass by,
bugs fly underneath street lights.

A horn is honked in Europe
and heard over in Maine.
Someone squeals their tires real loud
and it echoes through to Spain.

And it kind of makes you wonder
just how small the world might be.
How we are confined to just one place
because our minds won't float to sea.

...

silence...
and the win blows through the trees,
tickling the wind chimes
and disturbing the silence.

solitude...
and a group of words are said aloud
to bruise the innocence and
scar the solitude.

serenity...
and bird shit from the heavens
falls directly on any head and
ruins the serenity.

Untitled Song

It's the love in your heart
that keeps me warm.
An the shine in your eyes
makes me smile.

The way that you tell me
that you care about me
is what makes
it all worthwhile.

Just hold me close
and never leave me here to cry.
Because if you did, I think
I would have to die.

I just can't imagine
life without you.
Because you're the one
that makes my dreams come true.

Uni-solution

How do you carry on
when you're being pushed
to your limit?

When it feels like
hell is burying you
in its pits?

And you scratch and
you claw and you
struggle for a breath,

until all that is
left is your
last wish for death.

Who do you turn
to when everyone is gone?

And the hope
mixed with rage has
you choking the dawn.

The answers from
clearer when
closing your eyes.

Sinking deeper within
and erasing
the lies.

Magnifying the
truth and
uncovering the blame.

Reverse your finger
pointing and duck
your own head in shame.

Slumber now, angel,
on a cold,
cement floor.

And when you
awaken, don't think
of this shit anymore.

Under the Influence

Three times before
but not one like this.
With acid in my spine
and a pen in my fist.

Thoughts running wild
I seem to pay no heed.
It's a wonder, under such
conditions, I can even read.

I've discovered something subtle,
I don't know quite why,
but I seem to think a little clearer
with acid in my spine.