Rice in the sky
Opening doorways to a new convention
Concentrating coolers
Lie listless with little attraction
When making plans to start a new world
It helps to think ahead
Otherwise, shoulders grow weary
as Atlas maybe will spill
Alphabet soup can spell out pain
Much better than a willing heart
All in all it comes to this
Do you have the will to call it your own,
The strength to hold an opinion
Or the determination to open the doors
of Uncertainty when winds are beating them shut harder than you can imagine?

Sexy Sadie what have you done,
Were the words flowing from her lips.
Were it the words I heard two days later,
I would have been much more relieved.

I heard her next talk about old Bush
That is to say el presidente
He made a fool of everyone
That’s what she used to say.

She used to say…she used to say,
She talks no more…she LIVES no more.
Short and sweet – her end was bitter.
The things you remember – vivid woman.

Have you ever noticed the strange little ritual dance that we as humans do whenever there is that awkward moment when two people are walking towards each other in the same path and both try to move to the opposite side, but that side is the same one which the other person tries to go to. This continues back and forth five or six times until one person decides to stand still and let the other pass just so it doesn’t get too confusing. You would think that it wouldn’t take more than once or twice of this sidestepping motion until at least one person figures out what is going on. In general however, we as humans are not capable of thinking that quickly. We actually often both stop at the same time to let the other person through. This should spark conversation as the two people have realized that they both now have something in common…it took the same amount of time for each to come to the same conclusion. It never does though. How unreal!

A sideways glance
From person to person
A look of observance
That is all

The difference in clothing
Among different faces
Similar but different
In their own special ways

The trees were surprisingly healthy
For this time of year
More variety among them
Than the people at which I stare

Walking is often with head pointing low
Observing, noticing, recognizing, meeting, say hi
Things that cannot be done unless you look
I watched on my way over

Trapped inside a madman
He cannot speak a word
The hideous things inside him
Smell worse than a stinky turd

If you could only see his thoughts
To know he cannot lie
I’m trapped inside this madman
Who wishes I would die

Gnawing through his brain
My eyes like dremels bore
I see all his pain
He thinks I’m just a whore

Trapped inside a madman
Not the best place to be
Until I realize this madman
Was trapped inside of me

Plop, plop, plop
Plunk, kerplunk, splash,
Dribble, dribble, dribble,
Ahhhhhhhh

Thoomp, pow bang.
Owwww
Much Better!

O brownie pan
Why do you not rise when I tell you to?
Why do you rise when I am not looking,
Only to burn out later?
You are like me.
Only mush in the middle with a hard exterior.
But, when the heat is turned up – that’s when you really shine.
Or when you burn.
When things get hard – I have a choice
Do I live, learn and grow
Or do I grow angry, mean and bitter
Only yearning for a richer, fuller life.
Not the Food Club kind,
But the Hershey’s special dark.
If only it were as easy as that
Like a selection of brands from the grocer’s shelf.
But life was made for more than that.
We are bigger than natural selection.
The thought, the effort, the work that goes into living.
That’s what separates me from you.
You pan full of lifeless goo.
Good only for a short time – then you’re gone.
Shoved down the neck of eternity
Into a stomach full of writhing acid.
Only to be pooped and left out to smell
To release your stench into the lives of others.
Oh, I can choose to be like that.
Choose a life, full of meaningless goo.
But that’s what makes the difference between me and you.
O brownie pan -
I have a choice.
That’s what makes me better than you.