Volume VI: To Everyone Who's Been A Friend

to everyone who's been a friend

i will love you till the end

to anyone who's left in space

nobody can take your place

to all and every smiling face

and tapping toes who keep the pace

to those who love

and live between

the earth is ours

she is our queen

Volume VI: Music Is Love

ideas flow like water.  

they get stopped up sometimes but when they're running it's hard to catch them all no matter how big a bucket you might have.  

two cats on wood planks with their paws crossed.  two birds on wires with their songs sung.  

the pursuit of connection and achievement.   

ideas flood the basement, trickle into the bedrooms, and stain the hardwood floors.  

ideas are love.  communication is art is music is love.  

all extensions of art are the extremities of love.  

addiction to love cannot be cured like tobacco. 

pass the proverbial pipe and fire.

watch the moisture peeling paint and diverting attention from the truth:

the truth is, they don't want me here any more than they want to be here.

"i'll only ask once more if this is what you want.

i'm trying to accept these terms but i don't think that we've learned."

Volume VI: They Come Out When They're Dead

Volume V: You Don't Know My Mind

how many times is too many to be full of sorrowful perpetual anger that cannot be managed with classes you refuse to go to, or pills you'll never take?  traditional folks might argue that no amount of angst is enough (to compare with their own); that the driving force behind the wheel is testing you on paper and in practice.  working for the man, you are, you look for love in the night and during the day you do what you can, and no more.

you knock very hard on the door and i say that there ain't nobody here but me, so you might as well come on in!  you'd better enjoy the view for a while because i will surely be cast afloat again soon, continuing my journey toward a higher elevation.  smaller than a grain of pollen, yellower than a gold rush, i dissolve as soon as i land.

help me stay in the air, if you please.  

Volume V: Memory Lost

Volume V: Taste of Eden

Dead weight dead girl in a hairnet cleaning toilet garbage can waste man while you wait man while you get another man a date with the end And she sees you in the mirror while she scrubs away bobbing up and back down again like a rubber duck In the water she sees your reflection behind her then she flushes it away Again she states her sins and they look like bargains to you but you want to wait and see if they get any cheaper Wherever she goes man she's gonna get canned and wonder when she'll see you again Will it ever again be in a garbage can?

Volume V: Magnanimity

The inexorability of you and your following determines the distance between you and your itinerary. 

 Take a look back and tell me what you see.  

Are you anywhere near where you thought you would be?  Take three steps back before you go forward two.  See those little petals there on the concrete?  Watch them blow away, further, into the gutters.  Watch their beauty dissolve, but not their mystery, which grows.  

It's a tough joint to be wrenched between the intellectual and the mundane, and then to look beyond worldliness.  To end strife, preventing anything unsatisfactory from disturbing your place in the void.  Beyond it all.  Auspicious practice leads to successful imprisonment and subsequent escape.   

Before you could feel it.  Now, you can taste it.