There seems no sense
Building consensus
There is a sense
Of something relentless
The rhythm is a trap
The pattern is a cage
I feel a strange attraction
To the entropic stage
When you think you’ve had your fill
And the will screams thats enough
Do you trust that he speaks true?
Or would you just be giving up?
When you know you’ve served your time
That any more would be too much
Do you fear what is uncertain?
Or struggle on?
Trust in love?
So I sang of tragedy
Until the amphora was bone dry
But this goat forgot the joke
There was chaos in my soul
But the empty had control
’til Nike gave birth to my star…
Everything is perfect
And touched by the divine
There’s wisdom in this chaos
In this joyful dream of mine
And I pled for sanity
Unless the nepenthe kept me high
Offbeat goat’s last chance to dance
So I sing of victory
Until Cana’s wine is watered down
And this goat has chance to laugh
Mirror, mirror everywhere
The funhouse game of I
I’ve stared so deep into them all
I fear to trust my eye
They twist, contort, stretch my form
So honestly they lie
But how I choose to see myself
Is nothing more than mine
Stranger, stranger everyday
This madhouse game of we
I swam so deep into abyss
I fear I near lost me
I twist, contort, gasp for air
Dishonestly I try
But in the end there’s nothing more
To be than I and I
A truth for none
A truth for all
Reflections of the light
A lie for one
A lie for all
Refractions of delight
Catch more flies with honey,
‘less it’s shit that you propose,
And ya think that the stink
won’t offend your up-turned nose,
But the sting of your japes
can’t repel their counter blows,
‘Cause there’s sour in your grapes
when you realize no one knows…
Imp,
Its not as simple as all that.
Your chip on the shoulder
Makes you smaller than your stature.
Catch more flies with honey,
Ignore the shit that they suppose.
If ya think then you’ll just sink,
Darkened, sullen, and morose.
Everything is golden,
Right as rain, and so it goes.
Leave the grapes to fermentation,
recognize that no one knows…
And so it goes…
On and on…
If normal is a null set
Can’t but vary from the mean
Only a fool believes
He can step twice in the same stream
In every golden apple
There resides a golden worm
With hooks set good and deep in
For a while the worm won’t turn
Average represents ever shifting sands
Whole is only found in constant changing plans
No permanence
Serenity
A recipe from memory
No instructions
No formality
No illusion of reality
Cause cannot affect
Except as it was too
The average Canadian
Has less than one instead of two
Sentiments entangled,
We stride arm-in-arm
Down the road to perdition.
Clad in our armor,
My whits and your charm,
With nothing to show
But some bits and some scorn.
Thick as bricks
Sure enough,
But worn for the wear.
Baked in the hot Sunday glare.
And we both know:
He ain’t in need of winding
But you wound him anyway
And we have no love of bindings
But we share them all the same.
Tourniquet restraint
And an iron will to be
The only solace
In the maelstrom.
Are you a captain of the sea?
Or do the waves abound
And wash above your head
As you grasp for every breath
Left for all but dead?
Does your turnkey god just snicker
As you pray to him for gills?
And is there any truth at all
In the bended knee of shills?
But we both know….
Thoughts unrestrained
And a skull thick as stone
The only defense
In the maelstrom.
Am I master of the light?
Or does the flame consume me?
Do the shadows dance and sway
As I cower in the corner
Not full of piss but pure dismay?
And does your god laugh louder
As I fail to pray at all?
Or am I all alone
As I grasp at phantom straws?
Do we both know?…
Sentiments entangled….
Synchronicity
Serendipity
Eureka
Wei wu
I always accidentally by accident do
Incidentally
And deliberately
So be it
Kung fu
I sometimes will quite willingly will it to be true
