the line

days are shorter
and so much colder
the dreaded day is here
naked in front of the mirror
back to bum
the tan line's gone

water

we live here
in a materialistic society
walking a line
drunk with greed
we stumble and fall
all the while
the giver of life and good things
whispers and guides and provides
he doesn't force
he offers
but he's standing on water
surrounded by waves
it's scary and brilliant
and there's something he's got
that i need
but if i fall out there
i'll get wet
hell
better a little water
than a broken bone

failing

minions
relentlessly following a system
erecting glorious structures
isolating the family
and
judging the world without touching the world
all the time
holding truth
in an ill-lit room
bound to the law
missing the saviour

a tragic sin

a tragedy committed
against the church
against society at large
the picture of God
chopped up and numbered
segregated and subtitled at the will of men
now factions and fights and raptures and knights
a book read without order and sense
a simple history with a simple tense
freedom
held down; suppressed

giving

you give
and you give some more
then you wait
and they take
and they take some more
some days i feel like a whore
giving all i've got
to the whole damn lot
and i think to myself
what a wonderful world
ha! not.  more like....
heaven better be real
fuck me
it better be real!

right back at'cha

judging others is like a boomerang
it either
comes back and hits you in the face
or sails out and breaks their legs

happenings

stories
2, 3, 4 sides
listened to and put together
come out as one
absent of filler
organic if you will