six.

broken thoughts inside my eggshell mind.

the wolf will howl at the stars tonight.

don't worry about the sound of the clouds.

and don't worry about the whistle of the wind.

the man in the distance will show, only

time will release the truth. the man in the 

distance will tell us about your Friday Blues.

broken hearts inside my lame human body.

poem.

welcome to a place i call home
where the sun never sleeps 
and music is playing in the clouds.
welcome to a place i call home
melt my brain and steal my thoughts.
things here are not as they seem.
welcome to a place i call home.

Heaven's drunk from the poison you use

Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler

Now I see it's a comfort to you

Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight

When the house was burned,

we returned to the desert and wept

son's slaughtered, daughter's raped

like they closed the drapes

gone away are the sun's rays

and the days when our children play

Now they been crushed like grapes.

There ain't no escape.

This is your place, this is your kingdom.

This is your face, broken reflection

Am ma ma-ou...

Burn'n in a burnt down house

Silent victim from bite of regret

Sick with a symptom of name we forget

Forgotten skeleton no dignity left

Unforgiven, we are forgotten

So... fill with the venom of an ancient fire that burned our kingdom

on this day the hot breeze (or high priest) sang the anthem

This is your place, this is your kingdom.

This is your face, broken reflection

Who have we become,

what will we become

One day the moon will shine like the sun

And our heart will feel the love and be numb

Take out your drum and your harps to strum

This is your place, this is your kingdom.

This is your face, broken reflection

Who have we become,

what will we become

Office Work Wednesday. 

Life cereal and paper clips.

fans and white lined paper.

dust and ceramic tiles.

dingy lights and office seats.

work keys and boots.

stapler and keyboards.

light switches and vending machines.

typewriters and debt.

free ads and creepy old men.

tape and business cards.

migraines and phone calls.

table lamps and photocopies.

cigarette break and time cards.

front row parking and sand.

glass windows and heavy doors.

operator lady and deadlines.

CVC codes and paperclips.

highlighters and funeral homes.

main news and special sections.

calculator numbers and commissions.

office space and high heels.

refunds and m&ms. 

eggs.

minds like egg shells.
fragile, new born babies.
minds like egg shells.
white, as white days.
minds like egg shells.
crack, crack so easy.
minds like egg shells.

heaven is overrated just like Earth.