every time...

"Every Time you cry
millions of souls cry with you
And
Every Soul is somehow separate
yet charged with collective
thought"

!

Npptvrsgy!

buierishsithasl

I spoke a word
in this other langague
and it resonated
thorugh the tall trees
buierishsithasl
I said
and it means
lterally
nothing...

echo (LSG April 14 2011)

Rows of empty seats
oh hollow night
lay your black arms upon my back
let us live inside the tin shreds
of your tears
I lift my legs and climb the stairs
and the evening magnificence
is yer noise
blasting my head
into
little peices
while the chairs
watch and grow into ghosts
shadows who watch my every
instance
and bare thier teeth
at my poor beffudeled
face
Love hides in the dark
hands fit into gloves
and they murder the
night with thier softness
I was once a child
and then i grew
into a creature of shadows
and carnitas and mineral water
and tennis shoes
and mythical sound
sometimes i dream of being
alive as a hot cup of tea
can be on a night of empty chairs
and empty loves and empty flame....

some demons

Some demons rule the world
they try to ruin us
they rule with iron fists
and dark hearts
The Trumps of every
Ivory Tower
where life is bartered
against life
and love is a hooker
inside a martini glass
with a cherry and an Olive
for nipples
at some point
life goes on
unafraid of the weakness
and greed of these people
while they devour whole
continents with their
loneliness
Global pollution is not simply
a concept
when it turns to a tumor
that even a CEO cannot wish away

Sometimes mother earth
she gets weary of the stereotypes
that cause people to ignore the suffering
of her body.
Yes she is a bit of a flower child
unfortunately all the flowers now
are made of plastic and Styrofoam.

Those same demons pull up in a limousine...
out they step
silver coats glistening like un-chivalrous armor
and they walk the steps to riches
buying every love
and every faith
except the truth...

The Earth she dances
in her plastic coating
She loves and is loved
by her flowers\
even the ones with tumors

The Demons have horns of gold
and purple and eyes of red
in thier secret selves they bleed
money before they bleed real blood

Sirens ring out and violins
and someone on thier deathbed is crying
while someone is born
nothing stays
nothing stays\
the most powerful demon
will fail
in the sight of all those
neon/red/plastic/flowers
...................................................................