Feebly Human

Tell me brother, of what’s on the other side
Does god decide who lives or who yearns
For unsettled creativity, inspiration or humanity?


Waiting for your response that all of us ponder
Is it worth the wait or shall we mean to follow?


[cut back]
I’ve got to create: needing just to postulate
Not to play or watch or shit my time away
To despise the status quo: it’s the best part of youth.


I’ve got to change, improve, think and improvise
The universe created itself through its insatiable imagination
[And] so I too, strive to be the best, up in the clouds like a god.

Thursday, November 09, 2006, 10:40:57 PM

Quack 2

(I’d like to know when)
Truth is paired up to forgiveness
Wondering why they can forfeit their stake
Sharply for an opportunity to expand


Forgetting all that they’ve known
Those sparrows fly land to land
Narrowly missing the hand to catch them
Far away to rest their wings upon the branch


(I’d like to know why)
Truth is paired to the relentless
Demons who could rip and take away
Simply because there was demand
To fly towards the sky and the sun;
The clouds really, who knew that there was
Even a place in - oh, never mind.


Rip or take away, just not today.
We’ll need a few more, please.
We know however, that the king allows you
Pale demons to rip and pluck


(Giving the)
Light feathers to the dark wings
Of the cave bats who flutter and mock silently
Around the sparrow’s nest, to which
They will never return.

Friday, November 03, 2006, 10:59:01 AM