Stream of Consciousness

Standin' over here all on my own,
I think I'll join you in the game
just so you don't complain,
but I hope you like your home
'cause you'll be locked up
'cause the volcano's gonna erupt
and you won't be able to run
nowhere for sooner or later
you'll see that the Sun
is dyin' and gettin' fainter.

As I look out my front door
I see the children go inside
and the dogs begin to bore
for soon are to coincide
with the end of the day
when the children no longer play
'cause the night is comin' on
and the stars comin' out
and from now 'til dawn
I will be filled with doubt.

Blind men seek sight,
deaf men seek sound,
the dark dispels light,
and seemingly comes 'round.
People need to stay
until the end of the day,
but only if they believe
that things are strange,
and situations can be relieved,
but that things have changed.

Soldiers block their faces
as they lie in muddy trenches
and no one is their to replace
them. A man who is French is
cleanin' his chauchat
while the battle has gone by.
A man next to him stands up
and takes off his gas mask,
steps into the land that erupts
into dust darker than the darkest task.

Infinity sure has a lot of gaul,
and sure doesn't know much,
to get up and tell all
about using my crutch.
My conscience did explode
as I turned off the back road
and meet me in afternoon.
I never made love to her,
never will, not until the Sun eclipses the Moon
and that ain't ever going to occur.

Never seeing.
Never dependent.
Never feeling.
Rarely north I went.
Seven days ago,
I saw you go.
Why and to where?
What did I do?
Was I unfair
or looked your eyes through?

Twenty-three monks
file through bronze gates
unto concerts of a ship that sunk
when the ice bid it not to wait.
My Ace of Spades
did make an ornate private parade.
That eagle flew all in blue
but only for a while
as so that sea too
did become vicarious and vile.

Dreams blow forth
from east and west,
south but not north
from which all the rest
did decide to stay behind
and ride into Eden blind.
He who tames the serpent
will be told to the Lord
as a master of the devil who need repent.
But he need first pay room and board.

Saw a man on the street
the other day, walking.
He wore a tall black hat, full of heat;
he was adorned in a long black coat, smoking.
Puffing, huffing, he was tall,
with dark eyes and all.
Never did get his name though.
Whoever he is, I don't want to see him again.
And wherever he did go-
oh, I'll just keep it till ten.

When your mind gets dumb
and you're too young or too old,
or when you think you're comfortably numb,
or when you always do what you're told,
you're being too passive and polite.
Get up and go out tonight,
but everything you do is in two's
so, you gotta think about this.
Go out tomorrow too,
and get kissed.

I'll ride my motorcycle to
the nebula of stars
and back down through
and to the ebony jail bars.
Clocks don't know time,
all they do is dine
on false images of a,
fourth dimension
that is held at bay
at some racist Baptist convention.

I believe we should unite,
but only to a degree.
You should be proud to be white
or black, or Asian or whatever you see.
We should never put aside all,
differences, for then civilization will fall.
It is not he, or she, or them, or it
that can command you.
No law can make you ferget
that you free, through and through.

Christian rock is spitting
pretty words into a life
of where quitting
is worse than obtaining a wife.
Quite often, along the line,
we run into a dangerous kind.
Usually it is caused externally
but in some cases things
are caused internally.
Gather your forest clouds and let the lamppost have wings.

Time is to sand
as love is to years.
Babies 'neath curbs in flooded lands
wail as soldiers pull at a mere veneer
of the visage of vanity.
So, it seems that sanity
is not the stable
being of the mind.
It is the sense of being able
to comprehend the chaos of time.

When you open the door
and have the light turned off,
light comes to something you've never seen before
and you jump your throat must cough.
Those are memories to cherish so
that they can never fade or go.
When you think you're clever
or when you just don't understand,
those are moments you remember forever,
the one that put your heart in the highlands.

The man on the river Styx
lives on the clouds above
the Sun and below the ticks.
You got a face that begs for love.
In seeing the light that beholds darkness
and feeling the sound that betrays tastelessness,
you come to realize that life
is not as good as death,
because we always live in strife,
and we always die in peaceful stealth.

I dreamed I felt your
skin with my hands.
When I look at you, I never bore.
I love you like you couldn't understand.
I'll do anything I can in my power
to be at your side at all hours
I'll not just die for you.
I'll not only love you with a full heart.
I'll love you with everything I got too.
I will never from you depart.

I ain't lookin' to fake you out
I'm just tryin' to get close to you
not tryin' to make you doubt
me or think me untrue.
You say you wanna be with me
but I want you to not only agree
with us, but love us
with only your heart
not your soul, don't fuss
and don't ever part.

Pointless passivity
is sprung onto the endless highway
and the the Nativity
is strung up in the endless skyway.
I saw solemn slave ships sailin'
west towards a new world failin'
to live up to an old order.
Pirates take up a freedom
and become the bolder
of all the high sea's hum.

Lord, I saw a shootin' star
up in the sky tonight.
Oh, oh it flew over my campfire.
And it was the sky's only light.
If I could have anything at all,
I would make sure that star don't fall.
I hope the stars don't fail,
I hope the world goes on
but when ideas are jailed,
we won't ever see the dawn.

Wherever I roam
I see what's wrong
with my home.
It don't take long
to realize that
you don't need a hat
to conceal your mind.
Misty twilight swirls
around twisted times
and girls stand around pools that whirl.

When I play
you a song, I
want you to stay
and hang a while by
the melancholy seashore.
And don't think that before
you go you don't need
to say farewell to me.
Take heed, take heed
of what it means to be free.

I eat eggs in the morning
with English muffins.
I know what you're thinking:
that I plan on building coffins.
But I hope you know you're way wrong.
Oh the misery, I hope you turn off that song.
Your kind of music I despise.
And you are an awsome person though.
No one my age is in love or wise.
We're all fake and naive I know.

Waiting in vain for love.
I look never down,
I pray to the powers above
because down is very close to the ground.
I saw ebony tribes moaning
and Americans groaning
as barbarians push them off
their lands and relocate the free
to land that is a particle in a cough.
I know, for that, I ain't guilty.

I saw a man on the road
and he said, "Hey sir."
And this is what I told
him, "Did it ever occur
to you that certain people,
ones who adhere only to the steeple,
are the ones who decide what's wrong
or what is right?"
He thought I went on too long,
and he went off into the night.

I was at a cottage in England
looking out over a cliff into the sea,
and I suddenly saw somethin'
and it seemed to be
the path of the Moon.
The ocean's voice had a country croon.
The waves twanged
and snapped.
When people were hanged,
their necks cracked.

Chimes ringing in the town.
Blonde on blonde.
Innocent men are jail bound.
No money to post bond.
Emancipate all of humanity from law.
Understand why we saw
the Commandments
and never need
to make developments
in law, don't ever take heed.

I hope that we
stay together through life.
When we become free,
would you be my wife?
You know I love you,
and I hope you love me too.
When we're all alone,
I'll take your hand in mine,
and when we're home
I'll pause all time.

I was born on the Swanee
and I used to fish
there with my buddies.
At night, I'd wish
to someday find love.
I prayed to the powers above
and still ain't found her yet.
I know I will someday,
I just hope we ain't already met
and that she isn't far away.

Walking down this
dusty old dirt road,
I stick my thumb at a pretty miss
and she told me
to hop in, and I caught on.
I get in, I knew I won.
She got a nice face,
she has red hair, and bright blue eyes.
She took me to her place
and we found unbreakable ties.

I saw dark clouds gather
as the Sun went down
and the waves break higher
and the stars came back 'round.
The ships came into harbor
and the men came to do some horror
and ravage the port.
Masked and anonymous
are these invaders who contort
the lives of the synonymous.

Tear down all walls
that separate us
from those that call
all to beat the dust
but never can be free
from the agents that can be
from Heaven and be servants
of Lucifer's icy hot Hell.
He can try to decant
the Truth he can't tell.

I have spoke my vows
to never abandon my post.
But I'd like to leave now,
I'm heading for the northern coast.
Her skirt swayed
as the guitar played
and her lips
were red and her legs moved
and she shaked her hips,
my love to her is proved.

Reading Rolling Stone
magazine, I read that the Kings
of Leon are now to own
rock music rings.
Pieces of chalked lead
were hung from milky heads
confused by the blows
of the pigs walking
on their hands, and goes
by the doves talking.

Singin' about the old
auction blocks up in
New York Town they told
me that things have gotten
better but really they are rotten.
I used to believe in lots of things.
Then someone said not to fear,
you need to pick up your thinking
and go see what else there is to hear.

Off the coast of Barcelona
ships come in to the overcast bay
and anchor aside the the sweet aroma
that comes from the market that stays
only to earn a lost profit
that at least seems unfit
to uphold the many families in town.
Hung up in the alleyways bells
ring and tell that the sky's comin' down
and there ain't no tellin' it'll be all well.

Lonesome nymphs swim closer
to entrance weary travelers and
those who calle themselves sailors.
They who heed the maidens ne'er see land
again. They fall into the sea
and never shall be free.
Same goes for the ones
who fall into despair
and becomes some
weird feelin' in the air.

Racin' and thinkin'
that soon I'll be on the road
I find myself beginnin'
to get on to not to hold
the free from becomin' the controlled
but the chimes of liberty tolled
all 'round the Earth
and brought all together
and we sat around the hearth
in the cold, dead winter weather.

Love will never rust,
it won't corrode or disintegrate.
Love is absolute trust,
it's eternal at every rate.
I don't know how it feels,
but I know I won't be able to conceal
it when I fall for someone.
I know where I don't wanna go,
but I hope I fall for the right one,
and then I think I'll know.

Sometimes, I walk,
other times, I cry.
I write with starry chalk,
and you don't need to try
everything you see.
I know you must be
the cousin of the black hawk.
Man, that thing can go high.
Sometimes I talk,
other times, I die.

Knockin' on my door
I say, "Who's it, I ain't
some old man, poor
and full of complaints."
The man said, "Please,
I have some things, these
shall take you to the shore
of the sea." But soon I
knew there was more,
I knew I was gonna die.

Memory is empty
and full of forgetfulness.
No land is for all and free,
only a resemblance
of the things we want most:
to have a home from coast to coast.
Quite often it is said
that when men seem
to die and be dead,
they still softly dream.

We met 'neath the painted brow
and sat on the veranda with my Panama hat.
I am not so foundationed now.
Quickly I found where I was at.
I followed your ebony casket
as the world began to forget
all about you.
All you've ever done.
I ain't no more blue,
and you can't make me run.

Heroes from ages past
are recalled to write poems
that never long last
for more that the one who wrote'em.
Wind flows in, water blows in;
sin becomes man, man becomes sin.
Archaic angels rise from the sea
and fiery chariots of ice
come in lines of an airy
skyway that can only splice.

Time lies bent over trees
near the cliff's edge
and crows peck at bees
but a twig brings wreckage.
Seemingly innocent ideas
are strung through desolate areas
of the mind and are tied but through
the wings of dragons flyin'
past waves of crimson blue
tides comin' and goin'.

The wheel keeps on spinnin'
but the axle doesn't rotate
as the idea is drivin'.
The old seem to complicate
things that should be simple
or as cute as dimples.
Records of 1984
are carried by roses
that cost much more
than illegal doses.

Men in the sky
don't come down
to incriminate or lie
they fall all around
the ends of the world.
Truth is all but hurled
out the wide window
and unto the empty streets
too dead not to know
about being complete.

I aimed my hand at
the attesters who fail
to attest those that
create and throw hail
into a society
of false hierarchy
that all but irradicates
life and happiness and love.
And creates sorrow and castes
full of hate and loneliness above.

I desire to own the stars
to possess the galaxies
and to be able to bend bars
and to decipher paradoxes.
I don't set back my clock,
I just get a new one from the docks.
Complacently I leave
to go wanderin'
down paths covered in trees
over dead streets I'm thinkin'.

I intend to obtain
the world, the universe.
I hope you can contain
your anger at me in verse.
I will not back down
to your insane come arounds.
Your ideas will vanish
into a creamy milk.
Did you see the fish
on the soft waves of blue silk?

Computers will shut
and crash, cars will
break and cut.
People will always kill
whatever they want to.
When will you
see the truth that's right
in your face?
It ain't black or white,
and it ain't in some other place.

I saw the stars
that tailed behind
the boat with sails that was ours.
All along the line,
we passed worlds with
cities and metropolises, not a myth.
Were you there when
the towers fell, and light died?
When you come back again,
do not let yourself be denied.

Waterfalls of false morals
crash and burn
as clouds of corals
take brief turns
at the helm of the pale
sailed ship in harbor in the tales
of old, when men would come
down from the mountains
and never return from
their endless search of fountains.

Ragged clouds behind
me follow my footsteps
as I wander down my mind
lookin' past the twisted mishaps
and into the few holes on the bay
where the ships come in at end of day.
Seagulls bay as dogs wail at tattooed
ships guided by parasitic
men thought not to be wooed.
But instead the are men so sick.

All along the Watchtower
the Watchmen watch closely
as two riders come in near there
west when the Sun comes down slowly.
The Watchmen take their bows
and their arrows and shoot down below.
The two riders were a joker
and a petty thief, innocent men.
No one saw the murder,
no one was watching the Watchmen.

I know a guy.
Yeah, I know his name too.
I saw him pass by
and I think the sound went straight through
the ears on his head.
He might be dead.
Not like that
but like emotionally.
He never was where it's at.
Not mentally or physically.

I said to Lawrence,
"When are you comin' back
down to Providence?
When you gonna fix your back?"
Lawrence said in reply,
"Well, I ain't gonna lie,
but I ain't goin'
to that place.
Not 'til I ain't got a coin
left in my pocket, just a shoe lace."

The frail turquoise flowers
are dangling from a brown vine.
And it's in these precious hours,
that I find you the most expensive wine
Don't ever change your mind.
You're the only one I could find
that I could ever love.
I could hold you for a million years.
We'll reunite up above.
I'll always give you a shoulder, and always dry your tears.

I didn't like his answer
so I bade him leave my house.
He left, it was quieter
than the smallest mouse.
He went to some home
he called his Eternal Dome.
A boy came to my abode
to tell of my friend
who's house did erode,
I said I wouldn't see him again.

On the dark side of the Sun
I saw a chariot of fire
rise deep into the Undone.
It rose higher, and higher
until it was above Light,
until it was above Night.
Old roads are fadin',
old ideas are washed away.
Old societies are agin'.
Night becomes bright as day.

The line of order is passin'.
I'm walkin' through dead streets.
The wall of chaos is risin'.
I've seen many feats
accomplished in my life.
I no longer have a wife.
Dancin' freely on the beach,
beyond the darkest shadow.
No one can reach
me, not even the silhouettes in the window.

"Born" to run the long run
are the dragons of the past.
"Killed" to be undone
are the young and fast.
The houses of the unholy
are fulfilled wholly
by the will of the cursed.
The gypsies are the ones who
bring mysticism to burst
open the wall of the old and new.

I used to know how
to be the leader
but it's different now,
I have a different demeanor.
I can make it,
I will not be the one to hit
the wall and fall
against the solid hole
which is the only thing all
of us have and can control.

Lookin' out over the cliff
out into the endless sliver path
cut by the Moon, but if
I don't get outta here half
past noon, I'll be deader
than the swan lookin' better
than all the stars and
all the people, all the things,
more than the whole land,
more than that eagle with wings.

I've been there and back again
I've seen all there is to see
I think I've done enough to be free
but I won't know until the end.
I'm walkin' down that lonesome road
and I'm carryin' on my back that load
that not everyone knows,
but I'm not gonna condone
to the road to which everyone will go,
I'm still standin' over here all on my own. . .