Beads of Color

I count the stars on this hot young night

To commemorate my country's birthday

Even though I don't know if I have met her

Doesn't matter anyway the day has been pimped down

And all that is left is how do you like your burger

Who is the most wasted and where is the best B-B-Q.


But I feel so enlightened and rejuvenated

As beads of color begin to light up a dark sky.


I count the stars on the flag

Five rows of ten make fifty

I watch conservative town folk become reckless

Before my eyes as the beer cooler becomes empty

New found desire makes the pre-teens find a spot

Behind the bushes.


But I continue to feel so enlightened and rejuvenated

As beads of color light up a dark sky.


I quit attempting to count the countless stars above me

There are enough here on earth to fill the streets

People are going down to never get up again

"In our name"

(Would you repeat that please?)

In the name of oil deals and checks being written.


But the beads of color will still go on

Lighting up a dark sky.

Untitled

He moves on and gravitates to all in the other world

Leaving behind someone who could be the only loner

Who ever gave a damn

But he is just too blind to see truth behind pure eyes

And rather would go to the safe clingers

In his cold circle all while deciding on the cruel path

For those who don't apologize for the true heart

Within their bleeding souls.

Playbill

My life is a masquerade ball before the guests arrive

I sit alone in my room planning for things that may never be

With my mask over who I really am or could become.

I cannot take the risk of what others might see in the mirror

If I pulled the armor down.

So up and on the coverage remains

Then an hour turns into two with no guests ringing in.

More time turning into history with nothing explored.


My life is a play with no intermission.

I portray a studied version of myself that better fits the playbill

I smile when I am sad

I shed a tear if somebody tells me something tragic

My life always must go on so I hide who I really am

Or could become.

Yet I still always get bad reviews.


My life could be my auto-biography

Nobody lies if you want to be under the "Non-Fiction" shelf

So maybe my next mask should be none and my next role

I'll audition to be me.

But just who is that?

I guess I am way beyond the pale.....

DOUGHNUT SONG by TORI AMOS

had me a trick and a kick and your message
well you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
then thought that i could decipher your message
there's no one here dear
no one at all

and if i'm wasting all your time
this time
maybe you never learned to take
and if i'm hanging on to your shade
i guess i'm way beyond the pale

and southern men can grow gold
can grow pertty
blood can be pertty
like a delicate man
copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
that let's you in let's you in let's you in
something's just keeping you numb

you told me last night
you were a sun now with your very own

devoted satellite
happy for you
and i am sure that i hate you
too sons too many too many able fires

and if i'm wasting all your time
this time
i think you never learned to take
and if i'm hanging on to your shade
i guess i'm way beyond the pale