

In This Time of Needin Open
The world needs shelter,
food,
love.
We need shelter but arent we just sheltered? Filters on television, internet, books, magazines. Tommy, close your eyes the war is on the news again. World, close your eyes close your eyes pay no attention to the dying children in Sierra Leone, Vietnam, Cambodia. They need shelter. Since we are already sheltered we stay in our sheltered bubbles, afraid to see the world.
We need food. Feed our mouths. Star


Why does this hurt so much? This pain in my chest What is it? Why is it happeningin Spoken Word
It's you ripping out my heart out! You ripping my heart out and stomping on it! Stomping till it's no longer a heart! And then throwing it away!!!
Why don't you care? The person you used be is gone, gone forever What happened to you? What happened to the person I loved?
When was the last time you said "I love you" to me? That's all you needed to say to make me feel better Why were you so mean? Do you still love me?
! I WILL NEVER LOV


Illusion of safety which makes you sleep at nightin Open
Premenitons of lunacy which make me write
Save my art & kill your thoughts
Art's a tart of backward ticking clocks
A tasteless joke of shameless gods (like)
An angel nailed to a swastika w/
Nails of ambition & illusion of pain as
Disguise of existence in
Reality of dreams where
your sex is
My violence was
His salvation & her damnation


Geschichte vom klecksenden Affen.in Fixed
Ein Affe (mit nicht eben viel Geschick) (und keinem allzu künstlerischen Blick) (und wenig Ahnung von der Politik) hielt die Palette einer Republik. Er staunte baß ob dieser ganzen Farben, die für sich selbst wie für nichts And'res warben, und malte einen Umriß grob per Hand, und warf, mit Wortwitz und nicht viel Verstand, diverse Kleckse an die weiße Wand: jeder einzelne ein Buntesland. Den Pinsel noch zwei-, dreimal quergezogen,


If I had a couple bucks, I'd buy a violet spool of thread, and I would sew my pockets with a silver pin. I would fill them up with copper coins which were once from cities with an air so gray that the buildings shook with rue based upon their streets so blue. With my copper coins in my pockets shut, I would buy some rungs for my ladder shrewd. I would take a hike up its acute pike to gain a color and refine a hue. When I hit the top, I would step right off, with two red feet and some ginger too. On the steel gray roof of the city's smog, I would reach to grasp the fuchsia moon; and when the fuchsia moon was in my hands, I would burn my body oin Open


Can You Hear Me? By Nelson Holmes, Inspired by and based on The Wall, by Pink Floydin Song
(David Gilmour) Hey you Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me, out beyond the wall? Can you take the pride before the fall? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? (Roger Waters) Hey you! Can you save me? Can you save me? Can you free from the wall? Please! Im crying out to you! Can you save me? Can you scale it? Can you break it? Can you free me from the wall? (Roger Waters, David Gilmour) Can


We are the future. There is no need to look further. Do not look at Apple, Maddox, Lola Daisy, Or even J.Los babies.in Open
No need to look further. We are Americas future
The small child who needs the prayer, With no daddy anywhere. The ones smoking the dope, So close to returning Home.
We are Americas future.
The one who over achieves, Whos begging mom to leave. Sitting in her room all alone. Mom afraid of letting her baby go.. . We are the future. The young man with no home, Raising


These words a true, these numbers real, But none as truthful as They feel. The flood is made of human tears So shut your mouths and face your fears.in Open
They have the right to say that you Are like a tiger in a zoo. Youve never felt the scorching sun Or heard the hunters deadly gun.
You build your homes from golden beams All strong enough to hold up dreams, But somewhere else dreams dont come true The way your fondest wishes do.
Perhaps youll never see Their hands Reaching out for distant lands. For underneath the rubbl


Whats up with lookin down on others? Arent we all sistas and brothers Beneath all our layers Arent we really the same Dont we breath the same air Pump red blood through our viens So whats up with lookin down? Why differentiatein Open
Why not simply celebrate That we are really the same The same underneath And our differences are only skin deep So whats up with acting so superior Youre not as clean as your exterior He has made diversity Only he can make purity So make us clean, Jesus


Looking around its so absurd habits in life yeah what have you heard?in Song
Eating your life and spitting it out yourself is your God you live for yourself.
Looking back i was so lost now you are too do you know the cost?
Forget your thoughts and your idols so gold just take a good look your life you've sold
now you're done your life is dead so look in the mirror where is your head?


They are frayed and weather worn but we cannot die without them so we pull them over our bodies and drink them down to our bellies to keep them closein Open
We have come undone in the most poetic and epic of ways and so we wait for our violins to play dramatically, just for us
Again and again we clog and clean out our wombs and we dig the flesh from our bones
Bloated with our tendencies and disorders we keep waiting for our violins to play dramatically, just for us to make our struggles known
We cannot choke on our frustrations


Waiting With Scissorsin Open
We hang our heads on the edge of a renaissance, seek only to drown ourselves in oil that's used to grease the rungs of caddle herders, the backs of
guns and their desert men who load each bullet straight to the chest, the lube for Clinton's hand job,
the airport securities thumb for Bushes assholes.
seek only narration from sound boards and message machines: Hello Ms. Lotterhos, please except this one in lifetime opportunity to join the Democratic Party, i mean the Republican Party for terr