a rhapsody of faces
but it's all me.
creating in our image
just an extension of myself
The monasteries are empty
their cold stone floors
laid bare of all apparel
moan and writhe
in the nighttime.
The only shadows reflect
broken tears on knees to a cross
and a line he's crossed
a universe erased
moved sideways out of sync
a universe replaced.
And all the black girls say hey...
don't talk about the hair.
Why do you drown yourself in the black hole
Same day in day out
where shadows dance
taunting your desire to be free.
Break the glass you're still there;
It's herding by design
moo. mooooo. mooooooooo
One recipe for the American life...
a,) you work you are
a.1) you do not work you aren't.
b) End time we allow beer, tv, internet, sex.
b.1)must not effect work.
c.)We know what is best for you.
d.) Freedom of speech
d.1)unless you want to keep your job, reputation, your money.
E.) You sleep.
e.1) Let the gods play chess with the world.
Cows drinking tea at the end of the day,
equals pleasurable feelings.