Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

want my kid not pee my bed

sorry about my pissing in bed I would not have thought of it except for youur help thank you

thoughts come in and words pop out
don't stop to make them ryme
they're flying free and i can't stop
i can't believe they're mine

to much drink
to little sleep
star wars game
now shoot the droid
my god i did it again


oh well i guess i'll sit and read
try hard not to offend

i'll get warm now as the cold will come
and freeze my tooshy down

can't stop thoughts they fly right by
should stop now
(you'll think i'm high)
so sit and sit and see what stirs
in the mind of you
you little .......

ok the thought did end

If I could wrap one thought round your brain
I'd make it strong and elastic,
like pleather or plastic.

If I could make you be one thing to me
I'd make it long and fantastic,
like a sitcom or Harry's magic.

as no one needs to know you pee

i think it is time to bid you goodnigt, i may say something else you don't need to know

thinking about anger and the fear of G-d, that god that said this land is yours kill the gentile that tries to take it from you, and man's house is his castle I think every one should have all the guns they need to feel safe, but it ain't my way,k and I don't need to punch any one's ticket and I just let my fingers fly and it don't mean nothing moving on

the earth she dies
and MY god cries

the tears are fallin'
for now god's ballin'

as the oil burns and the cavalry rides

If I could wrap one thought round your brain
I'd make it strong and elastic,

yas yas

plastic and elastic

thermo plastic words that melt and flow morph into meanings and set to obsidian like lava, the spark of the arc positive to negative and zapppp>>>>>>>>

It always goes back to God
that long, winding path we avoid
"take the road less travelled" he said
I did, I blame him for the bump on my head.

as the oil burns and the cavalry rides

into the valley of the little big horn
Union Carbide has got nothing on Custer
and while westen man waltzes with a gorilla
eastern man throws acid on a worthless wife.

what's to save, babe?
what's to save? we navigate
from umbilical chord to grave,
detecting notes on scales
in various keys, me, you, him,
they, her, us, all the while
making way to dissonance and
accord. what's to save, babe?
a word? a crimson leak? a pique
atop a hillside captured on
kodachrome?

save me from depletion,
unearth my tomb. i have
rights to rooms beneath
plastic and i'd venture to
guess magic will have its way
with me tonight.

i crawl into bed,
fleshed up to backs of
knees, eased under feather,
downed
downed

comforted.

what's to save, babe?
he asks me and i say nothing
since it's won

Obsidian! I once owned a horse made of that stuff!
It's body was slender and black, mean and tough!
I rode on to forlorn adventures only to say,
"ALL RELEASE!"
and this same obsidian
became a toy horse
mediocre and small
foreshadowing oblivion!

It always goes back to God

that train ain't never late cause it never left

I just forgot I was the engineer

i go to sleep my door, no lock
no gun beneath my bed

i sleep deep rest
right now for now we're safe

no lock no gun no adt
i sleep a peaceful sleep

it's to go outside the door i fear
they say the enemy is drawing near

go out now and raise the flag, scare em kill em' force em' back
it's red it's orange oh please turn yellow
i quake when i wake i fear the man dan rather says is at the door

i can't eat there the food ain't safe
the school is full of guns
the church it may be a target now the library it's one too

i'll stay inside my door unlocked
safe inside my home

foreshadowing oblivion!

oblivian for who?
the shadows on the wall

i walk the line between teh now and the sweet hereafter
teeter totter tempting fate and even hear it's laughter

i'll stay inside my door unlocked
safe inside my home

we have a dear leader
but there is so much more

and the earth trembles like a frighened child, and I don trust to my fearful imagining
my mind a excellent servant a poor master but you probably knew that, wireman said there is so much more, is it really the endtimes, well I don believe there are many who wish it were true, but why are babies still being born, chist I don't know, just jam