keep loving '92

* going back to my earliest writings for this nostalgia set into its purposes in God......




Keep Loving
6-11-92


Keep loving the world
For that word that you just heard
Rules the world
But it won't affect a portion
If you think of society's proportions
As the ultimate


Keep loving
I love you
So love me back, O please
You drain me dry
As water high
In the heavens sad and lonely
But no one is really lonely
Unless they believe it's a way
Only themselves they deceive
Automatic writing
Strips your pen by your hand
You can get some information
About love itself


Keep loving the world
And believe me, man
It will love you back
Take a look around you, star man
And you shall see a deep color of purple
Pink is a sort of love
Deep love lies in your soul...






















No Luck
6-11-92


No luck at the mall
With girls close to home
Their life story is in an unknown tome
These dudes are like winds
They lose their angel with a flick of a bic
It really makes me sick
To have to deal with a close minded punk
Who only repels the air
The air we breathe
Please don't leave
I feel not alone at the mall
It's quite like a study hall
At the food court of dreams
Where singles peel their eyes
With sugars and creams
They look for a friend
Who'd lend a hand
Or maybe be accepted
To a new band
Or quietly sit and watch the girls
As they think that they're the world
And not their love
The love turns to envy
As the men move in...










Skin Too Thin
6-12-92


When my family gives me a compliment
It comes to me like an insult
I never really matched the wavelength
The wave, length of identity unknown


I felt like I was crucified today
I felt the blood on my wrists
But the bleeding was only poetic
And the death was only spiritual
So did I
Couldn't really call it a suicide
Because I did not break the skin
Skin grew thin


Too thin, my skin to be human
Transformed to the alien
My blood too effective to be classified
Stay in tune
To a gliding Jesus cloud to be healing
When it's only a word to refer to
When you've sinned
Skin too thin...












Two Exits
6-12-92


Two exits from the lobby
I want to go out
Don't want to hear the news
Don't want to take the blues
The answers are waiting in the gulf of your youth
Take the fire of your early years
And never grow too old to sense your unique sanity










You Don't Believe
6-12-92


I don't need to watch the sunset
Cause I feel it in my heart
I can smell the coming night
And I can hear what's in my sight
I've got to slow down my actions
In proportion to the ending day
Don't wanna hear my Mother screamin'
Don't want to think about society
And its truth to not one another
Can I, you believe
I am not of Earth
You don't believe
It's true....












I Need A Hug
6-12-92


I'm not out here only for the smoke in hand
Mama, I'm not out here to get away from you
I'm not out here to wait for them to land
I'm not going anywhere
It's true, I'm a long lost friend
To the princess they send
From a time and a place so foggy
Making me so groggy and weak, it's true
That I love you and you and you
My smoke is almost up and up
Got no survival and no cup
Should I light another bone
Or will it damage its home
To make it fly away to another day
I'm not going anywhere
I know you need it and you care
Try not to understand
Your bed and your dreams
Our holy land
Instructions, automatic...


Your fire loving sparks
So static
I love myself enough to stay
You need not love
You got enough
Bird observing earthly way
Their way of life not as rough
Must be a stranger to this planet
Looks so normal how he ran it
Fan it, don't can in
Keep it cool
But stay as hot as love
Stop
Stay in school
Education of your love
It's everyone I'm thinking of
O, save nothing
Need not need flutter in your heart
Not intentions to mask
Take not one part in another's task
Only assist and assess
Green so comfort
Pass the test
I am not in a drug
I only need a hug...




















As
6-12-92


The music is a little more comic
I can see as the beat is like fireworks
Don't laugh loud
It makes me choke
As the concentration broke
As I try to read about you
As the information slides into my brain
With only looking
As the knowingness comes later
Bound
By sight and sound
Silence as the music warms up for cosmic races
Taking steady paces
Without moving in space
As another joins their race
Stay in control of your rage
And turn the page
To a new pinpoint
In another interesting point
As the debate is on pause
To find a good cause
A mission to save us from termination
A mission for quarrel's eliminations
As nothing gets solved
The floor revolves
And stops at nowhere we can see...










At Least
6-12-92


I must pack my bags
I'm beginning to lag
Nod, nodding
Yet tired not
We're leaving tomorrow at last
It's going to be tough this time
Working all the time
Entertaining money to be made
In the Doneys' cleaning parade
I may steal the work
From the man of the house
Cut the grass until I shred a mouse
Trying to scurry under the driftwood
Washed from Palm Beach sandbar
And all that tar to build new roads
And to fix the pasture infested
And all the arrested trespassers and litterers
Doing what needs done
To them at least
And in town, across Palm Beach highway
A feast, at least...