The next

 The next

As we move into the next 

we’re completely perplexed 

as the past can’t help us 

understand anything 

our primitive tools 

make us look like fools 

all logic escapes 

in this vacuum 

those children with matches 

those martyrs of darkness 

all get consumed 

as the future chews on us 

I hold your hand 

I’ve got a plan 

to enjoy ourselves 

where we stand 

as I kiss your mouth 

motivation goes south 

nothing left to discuss

not the writing on the wall 

as we make love 

something’s gone from above 

only that divine energy 

pulls us along 

Uh-huh

My intuition 

never fails 

it’s kept me 

out of corporate hell 

while my imagination 

is masturbating 

my intuition 

is on the job slaving 

your ambitions 

are never high 

they’re predictable 

ringing that bell 

while I can’t remember 

what I’ve read 

my intuition 

takes me there

Your budding awareness

 Your budding awareness 

a flower you know 

we watch as you unfold 

mind’s thoughts climb 

as you grow 

through truths and lies 

adults hold

with time you realized 

the nuances passed by 

that branch in the road 

you decided to hold 

that beauty in the heart 

almost impossible in the dark 

that belief naive yet strong 

that kindness and truth 

had a weight 

after all

Review of "Stupid"

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Space + Age

 Space + Age 

Do you know what time it is 

is it early is it late 

we can never wait 

to get back in bed

just to hear the rain 

splash the pavement 

I think of a melody 

where it comes from- 

search me 

it comes from your lips 

as I work out the notes 

it sounds timeless 

existing for billions of tears 

there in the stars 

falling on the earth 

to give birth 

to these 

feelings and thoughts 

timeless yearnings 

stars burning 

melting our hearts 

Leave the music on

 Leave the music on

Leave the music on 

it keeps ghosts away 

the right ones will stay 

and the dialogue continues 

after we’re gone 

Leave the music on 

my mom always did 

it reminded her 

of a symphony and kids 

and the rhythms of rain 

we’ll play these songs 

more than twice 

nostalgia cutting us 

another thick slice 

vibrations moving 

time through the night 

making lives glide 

to our next destination in style 

Leave the music on 

that’s how I sleep

Roxy Music soundtracking

my dreams 

between Sundays and Mondays 

I hear the voice of Mister Reed’s 

insomniac lullabies 

whispering me back to sleep

Millionaire of Time

 Millionaire of Time

I know the richest man in the world 

without a penny to his name 

he knows the worth of everything 

he knows what’s important 

he’s a millionaire of time 

holding stresses in one hand 

other remains open 

to whatever sets in it 

millionaire of time 

moving the clock at will 

with truth and beauty 

you can make the world stand still 

you’d swear you were stoned 

just to hear him talk 

you don’t feel alone 

feeling something like love 

can call him anything 

he’ll answer with a smile 

helping you with a burden 

walking away a little lighter 

the millionaire of time 

spends weekends in love 

surrounded by his family 

that’s how he charges 

millionaire of time 

far from the stockmarket 

walks of life would seek him out 

if they weren’t too stressed to notice

Last Witness

 Last Witness 

you can learn something from everyone 

how to be or not to be 

I try to live in a world of love 

where even enemies are lovely 

how things tend to go down 

devil’s in the details 

I give him what he wants 

rest I hold onto with my nails 

last witness to what I’ve seen 

future lies ahead 

everything I’ve known truthfully 

is dubious in the end 

last witness it had to be me 

left without a friend 

giving it all back willingly 

to be loved in the end

People Watching

 People Watching

I don’t know what 

anybody wants 

they look at you 

and lips start to move 

and you fall for 

any sort of touch 

after a day of staring 

at the screens of fools 

and it feels good 

as the novelty doesn’t stop 

spaced as it between 

the demands of the world 

you could really make 

some sort of love 

with pieces of broken dreams 

and the money you took 

Inches

Inches

this itch 

you can’t reach 

you try to scratch 

you fall on your back 

at least 

it’s the sort of pain 

you can try to treat 

with tiny pills and your hands 

will the art make amends 

I can’t forget all the stings 

you bring new things 

into my plans 

I pick them up 

too late 

now the table 

has been set

Instructions on the Inside

 Instructions on the inside 

I’m exciting 

I know this from 

empirical research 

I react to everything 

I don’t remain inert 

exciting 

with no off switch 

I make every second count 

even when 

you don’t wanna hear it 

I eat boring for breakfast 

and shit magic 

I brush my teeth with rules 

and guess what happens 

of course I work 

for a large bureaucracy 

with a plastic spoon 

against concrete 

I’m inviting 

you to join me 

you see through my signaling 

you know I’m lonely 

I’m offering 

a life of service 

I can double your dilemmas 

satisfaction guaranteed

Nobody Has What Everybody Wants

 Nobody has what everybody wants 

you sound like everyone else 

somehow this comforts yourself 

as if your job for the mob 

was to make reality make more sense 

to hide scars under make-up 

to make the criminals look so tough 

to give traction to the thought 

no one needs to ever wake up 

nobody has what everybody wants 

some people say “thank god” 

desires and necessities compete 

for the passion you have and your energies 

nobody has what everybody wants 

the chance to figure themselves out 

in a limited time with limited funds 

and a premium put on the young

your other half you’re better than 

a myth to feel complete 

searching for yourself in someone else 

under ten-thousand sheets

this mode this paradigm 

this load things in your mind 

controlled explosions 

expertly timed in the night 

Just Sign

 Just sign 

Looking over the terms of my surrender 

I can’t help but feel the Germans were treated better 

you’ve got me down to my last dollar

 making me swear I’ll love you forever 

I’m reading paragraph seven 

where you maintain I must obey your every decision 

there’s an asterisk attached to that section 

that defines “enthusiastic submission” 

I’ve read the third page twice 

where it clarifies that you “don’t do nice” 

that you take nightly baths of ice 

and I must keep your body well-lathered 

the section on transportation 

mentions in the absence of stallions 

I’m expected to stand in at that moment 

on the route from the bath to the kitchen 

As I’m filling with revulsion 

a higher part of me demands completion 

and we all win in this ballet 

of one fluid motion

Heavy Accumulations

 Heavy accumulations

You imagine the past 

in the present you can’t 

guess what happened 

to those you know lost 

to the folds of time 

in vain you hope they had 

more glorious lives 

than a grind 

like the coffee they drank 

all the way to the bank 

in god they trust 

while their hearts 

can’t thank 

that cowardice 

that safety 

that tricked them 

from ever moving towards anything 

they ever really loved

Lost in a "U"

 Lost in a “U” 

without help from the stars 

we drive this carcass so far 

until we nearly stall 

just pulled back from it all 

lost in a you 

what can we do 

with just this one 

outside world 

you say it’s not my fault 

asking for my pin numbers 

I’ve cut all my cards 

let’s sing for our suppers 

lost in a you 

with me, too 

things that go down 

must soon come up 

can’t get back home 

forward is all we know 

winds starting to blow 

we sail rather than walk 

Issues

 Issues

issues everbody’s

got issues

some keep ‘em under wraps

others collect a whole set

a shy kid

I went home and hid

reading comic books

playing records

got attracted to girls

with super-powers

I hid my hobbies

to not appear so lonely

now I’ve got issues

plenty of issues

I work out the kinks

with ladies and a shrink

but there are issues

plenty of new issues

to keep me busy

to take my money