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this is the old stuff... before my conversion..




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I've got a lonely ass
Under clear green skies
Seeing red mixed with blue
Such a lethal heartache
Turning up my drive to reach out
I reach out


I've got a lonely ass
Share your unwanted flesh weight
I'll take it as a sacred possession
I'd greatly appreciate a birthday gift
From the goddess of taboo
My arm is weary
I must rest the word of my magnetic pen


The seventh goddess of the lake of dreams
She is here
I cannot touch her
But she gives me dreams
She is my container
She holds my desires
She is G-
The lady
The goddess of food gifts
For candlelight by night
Bathing to heal
My consumption is my offering
In the night....










Sights Of Green In The Inspiring Sunset
5-20-97


Living fourteen days a week
Today felt like three
Tonight I'm feeling rather meek
I'm perched as a witness in my secret tree
The live wire plays a sharp A
As the crow brushes his feet across the role
As "I" in such a play
As I look down on mulch and moss
Seeing green everywhere I look
It's all a new one to Me and me
Just another one to add to my book
This one rhymes and the ride is free
And I'm still free
I'm still free


Summer approaches
In fleeting moments of truth
Stomping on roaches
Yeah, all of those deeds of youth
The sun goes down later each day
The dusk is so inspiring
The role of "I" in such a play
Doesn't matter if it's tiring
Just another system of wiring
Up all night
And then the dawn again
Inspiring....














Director At Her Works And The Powerchild Of Wonder
date: unknown


The stage is set once again
And I can never leave it
The role I play is endless
My director is in the freezer
She likes it there
Because I don't blame her
That's the way she is


"Apology Accepted", she whispers to me
With the language of the wind
Outside my screen door
My cat friends
A poltergeist
Are scratching now and then
I found a hole there one morning
And I wondered
I wondered


"Curiosity will get you far", said a friend
A brother of my kind
He's years behind
Yet he's centuries ahead
The boy's got the Spirit
And the heart of a child
With him I can be wild
Even when the world requires to be mild
Like my salsa on those cheap nachos
I can tolerate the wild....












Our Truth Of Trues
5-20-97


I can deny
O, I can deny
If only baby, you'd reply
Send me your message
Send me your vibe
Whatever's on your mind
Tell me about your tribe


I love your ways
I want to marry you for ten days
I look in your eyes
And I see Indian winter skies
You know when my May feels like March
The jet lag has got me burning for you
Can I cook you a meal of corn and starch
I want to believe I am one of the few
So just give me half a chance
To wear your clothes
And to walk in your shoes
We can have a ritual-romance
And know our truth of trues
Our truth of trues...