Lonely Knees 2No longer lonely.A new chaos takes his place there.But, does not replace.
Not Enough TimeSo short a time,Bright Spark.So brief,your fire.Kindled too strong,Burned too bright.
Lonely KneesI have an emptyspot, behind my lonely knees.I miss you, sweet pup.
ObstinanceHere we stand in awkward silence.I look in your eyes with quiet defiance.I wait for an opening, to slip away.You search for words for what we cannot say.
AwakeSome naive thing inside,awakens on the edge of sleep.And, I wait for this to end,and you to return to me.
The BattleWhen the light flickers and the dark is closing in,Know that I am here beside you until the end.I know I promised you that I wouldn't cry; I lied.Trust me to be with you, I won't ever leave your side.And, when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"Sweet Darling, you've been strong, now it's time to rest.It's OK to lose the battle when you've done your best."Because every new day is both a blessing and a curse.Another day with you, but you are getting worse.God knows I wish that I could stop the pain.Be your Superhero and save the day again.And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Love, you fought the battle, now it is time to sleep,And wake up on the other side no longer weak."And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Warrior, the battle's over, it's time to go.Lay down your
RepeatNothing good will last.Footstep, footstep, Misstep, gone.Don't forget to breathe.
BitternessIt is not only that I cannot be a mother.He will never be a father.
Out with the OldOut with the old, in with the new.Begin again. The year rolls around ... And again.Can I change, one more time?Will you still know me, at the end of forever,If I change one more time?How many more years will roll around, Love?How many more, My Sweetness, My Light?Happy New Year.
His name was JimAll were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.The paper le
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Whose head was stuck up his tush."There's weapons!" he cried,He weaseled and lied,Because his brain was made out of moosh.Two men went to get married,By parliament the two were harried."We have the right!"They put up a fight,Until Canada's views were varied.Bush isn't the one who thinks,Their routine's still working out kinks.Sometimes they'll show this,Did you ever notice?He stops talking when Cheney drinks.So the surplus could be bigger,We could market a Chretien action figure!With a kung-fu grip,And a crooked lip,He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.The Conservative party is mean,Harper's heart has yet to be seen.The liberals forced out,NDP with no clout,Next time consider voting Green.
+ When Boys Kiss Boys +When Boys Kiss BoysEyes meeting,Lips greeting,Two hearts beating as one –while crosses burn atop churchesand choir boys lose their angelic voices;while priests drop dead between their pulpitsand bishops choke on holy water droplets.Here, I stand with them by my side,watching the end of the world –when boys kiss boys.Hands traveling,Clothes unraveling,Souls marveling at the sight –while the trumpets sound from ear to earand demons rise to make their steal;while fire rains from the blackened skyand the faithful fear we are out of time.Here, I sit with a martini in hand,watching the end of the world –when boys touch boys.Head bobbing,Flesh throbbing,Sprits robbing themselves of life –while below the oceans run red with bloodand the moon turns crimson right above;while churches lose their pious wealthand hell's flames make statues melt.Here, I lay in bed with them,watching the end of the world –when boys suck boys.Blood rushing,Passion gushing,Bodies pushin
Fuck What You Call UsI am not a "total fag"and don't call me a fairyI dress in spikes and rock to metalleaving your stereotype contrary.I do not speak with a lispand fashion's ass I do not kissheavy lifting doesn't scare meand I even call them tits.Just because licking a lollipopreminds me of throbbing dicksurely does not meanI have the characteristics of a chick.So shut up with your stupid shit,what did I do to you?I hate all this hostility,but what else can I do?You insult my very flesheverything that I am.You don't deserve to stay alivebut I really don't give a damn.In the end I know you're wrongand how that really matters.Of your closed ideas I do not care,your attention only flatters.
Happy LifeHappy LifeHappy Life,Great IllusionKiller's Knife,Mind PollutionNice Smile,Great AmmusionPeople Die,In Their ConfusionSouls Dirty,In The NightHave You EverFelt The Light?Angels CryIn The NightDid You EverGive A Fight?Demons Bored,Ready To KillWe Didn't FindOther Heal.
SexFlesh is the new styleso bare some skin honeywear it outlike all the trendsthat cost so much moneythis ones almost freethe only cost beingthe rest of your dignityso be a whoreforget your humilityA whore to fashionsex sellsand you sold yourselfFlesh is the new styleso bare some skinwear it out honeylike all the the other trendy sinsthat cost so much moneyremember this ones almost freethe only cost beingwhatever is left of your dignitysex sellsAh honey show a little moreyou sold yourselfyour such a trendy whore
UntitledOnly sorrow comes to a societythat moulds its youth so narrowlythat young feel the need to let secrets aboundand old feel the need to break them down