Lilac

I know why you have to go,
and it's not because you hate me so,
but even so,
you should know,
here you'll find friend,
there wherever you go,
you'll find only foe,
until the end

Why oh why do good folk die
And evil folk wither away
Fore they see the light of day?

What's the reason for passing of season
When winter kills summer and autumn does rain
What's the point of the muck and the pain
When all of it's sure to happen again?

What is the purpose of this awful world
Where pain does flourish, and suffering unfurl?

What can we do to destroy this foul place?
What can we do, not just in my mind pace
And think and ponder and suffer and moan
But still in the end, still useless and alone

I stare upon the phone
The words on the screen, like a horrible dream,
Telling me things that I don't want to know
I want to know truth, but the truth is so bare
News makes one believe that good folk are rare
And even if not, if one suffering is there
It still means that our universe isn't fair
And for some stupid reason, I felt bound to care
Rather than just escape to the air

I have to do something, but that something is what?
What can I do that will make pain not?
I can't make the universe cold if it's hot
I fear that my true goal will never be got

Little Miss Moffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
When down came a spider
It sat down beside her
It looked like a beautiful day
The spider it saw her
And it did implore her
To share of her curds and whey
She gave some with pleasure
They sat down in leisure
Eating their curds and whey

The bones gallery
Covered in every direction by earth
Under the sea
Above bedrock
That will eventually subduct and consume it all

A dozen pieces escaped, surrounded by nothing,
Still, while Earth moves away from it at breakneck speed.

It is near noon of night but I have no fear
Although dark conquers light, they are here
With their anvils and hammers and people called Larry
They'll make noise through the night, until the light and dark marry

The symphonies play of color and sound
The moonlight shines, the loud bangs abound
The scuttling noises of tiny insects
Unsettle the mind for what happens next

Until suddenly laughter tears asunder the sky
The union of lovers, the pleasure of brine
The happiness shattered, the cold on its way
But nobody cared, once they heard her say:

"Oh, you ugly people, the trouble you make
Thinking your choices are made for you by fate
When the only real thing I can now know
Is how much you'll suffer in the fiery glow."

They turned to their fellows, and said with a smile
"If the cause of my actions is truly myself,
Then I decide to be in the utmost of health.

The greatest of houses, the tastiest of foods,
The wildest of lovers, the happiest mood.
And even that Satanic realm that you imply -
Why, I decide to simply pass my way by."

"In fact," they continued, getting carried away
"I'd free those of who old Lucifer holds sway.
They can of course join my lifetime of sin
Of pleasure and happiness - come on, join in!"

But tragedy struck, as late was the hour.
And not a pumpkin was seen, but a small orange flower.
Alas, that's become of those who Metatron defy
They have to, of course, protect their great lie.

Oh, the man, the woman and boy
None of them knew how to get the great joy
Sunset came, and sunrise rose
But for all of their days, no song was composed

Swiftly
Softly
Slowly creeping
Stab - crack!
No one is weeping

Those who would cry at the death of their lord
Blew away into dust as their thoughtless minds soared

"Nevermind," the old man said, sitting in the bench in the park.
He slowly bent down to feed the birds - a pigeon, a dove and a lark
The grey Oxford sky over his head, the harbinger of impending rain.
He wrote his last word with the pen in his hand,
And far away where, a girl's name was planned
For the last time, her name was uttered
While in sadness, the old man muttered.

God save our feeble king
God save our noble king
God save the king

Send him far over us
Where he lords over us
Up in his palaces
God save the king

Send him to your own land
So he is out our hands
Up in those fabled gates
God save the king

Oh say can't you see
By the moon's sterile light
How the people all lay,
As their stab wounds lay gleaming

Oh say can't you see
What this country is truly
The land of the few
And the home of the pained

A crescent moon
A silver slice of lunar rock
Glowing in the night
Pinpricks of light everywhere except the dark side of the moon
True blackness
False emptiness
Uncertain perception

And if you close your eyes, you won't see the monsters
And if you close the door, the banging is just the pipes
Close your mind, never mind what might be out there
Just close your eyes, for me, my lamb.

It's gone, don't worry,
In fact, it was never there.
Your pain, my hurry
You can never say I don't care

I care for you
I love for you
I love you

You are the reason the monsters stay away
Those monsters that plague me in my mind
Those monsters, I'll make sure they never trouble you
I'll hold you in my mouth tonight

I'll hold you in my arms tonight
I hold you in the arms of a monster tonight

I heard a word
I meant it in my brain
Another word sounded absurd
Everyone thought she was insane

The second word in truth they said
Was 'I', but it was never known
What speech the word, what tongue the talk
What power has the telephone

And in the end when words are null
And all is but an inky black
The power of the word is clear
The word's power is only here

"Ok!" I cried, amire in misery,
"Never take this choice from me!"
"Aha," he said, his voice harsh with fire,
"You never had which you desired!"

"Avast!" he cried, "Let's man the sails!
Your life's not over, you haven't failed,
Just because you have no child,
It only means you can be more wild
Live your years, a myriad await,
waste it not on what you call fate!"

"One verse at a time, just live your days,
I promise nothing you do can faze!"
"But," she said in a shaky sigh,
"All I want is to finally die."

"What did you mean?" a small voice said,
"When you said you made the choice to be dead?
What other option did you think you could allow,
If there is none, you have no choice even now."

"I don't care if it's choice, I don't care if it's free!"
At this point the small girl shook on her knee.
"I don't care for a thing, and that's what I need.
Oblivion will fix my need to be freed."

"Forget all that, emotions are dumb!"
The great sailor cried,
"All I need to know is that one equals one!"

"Do you think that'll convince me?"
The girl snorted, despite herself.
"I am a dwarf, you are an elf.
Emotions come to me as facts come to you,
How do you know one does not equal two?"

The sailor and dwarf sailed under the moon,
That night two became one as they passed on the waves,
As when he returned, only the sailor remained.

Someone once wrote a word.
I read it in my mind.
Someone once wrote a word.
It I never did find.

Somebody once did sing a song,
At once, I begun to sing along.
Somebody once wrote a song.
It never left their mind.

Somebody once did scream in fear,
I gasped, I cared, I felt so near.
Somebody did once cry in pain.
Alone, they wept, their tears like rain.

A person wrote a poem to me.
'A word,' I said, 'well, now I see.'