And it was very long ago to those of us who are young
but to those who lived and to those who died,
it is as clear in their minds
as it would have been had it happened yesterday.

Green tinted windows,
a constant dripping sound.
Shipwrecks on the bottom,
water a total surround.
Forty gallons to spend a life;
a peaceful solitude,
forever pardoned from strife.
Short as it may seem,
to them they live quite long.
free from the world.
it is truly where they belong.
Stare into their world and
upon the pebbles you’ll wish,
to be unfastened from hate
and to be as free as a fish.

-10/10/96

Yellow hair and dark brown eyes,
his beautiful smile never lies.
his arms are crossed over his heart,
with dull razor claws that have never torn ‘part.
a pinkish tongue, invisible wiskers,
peaceful thoughts in quiet whispers.
a plump round nose, sniffing the air,
watching the fields surrounding his lair.
from his place on the throne there’s so much he’s learned.
his position of highness, surely he has earned.
if you listen you’ll hear, and a song he may sing,
as the lord of his land and the king of his king.
from his place in the stars in the arms of O’rion,
to his place on my desk, little glass lion.

-10/9/96

In the distance I can see five towers.
Four I see through an open window,
and the fifth is perverted by the glass.
I can see a village of homes too many to count
and many, many trees,
perverted by the glass.
how wonderful it would be
if just once we saw clearly,
the world outside our door.
How wonderful it would be
if we could all live happily,
in the world outside our door.

-10/25/96

Butterfly became on my paper,
as I ponder thoughts.
butterfly is much simpler,
than the life that has found me.

Hurtful lies became on our births,
as our mothers cried.
Hurtful lies are much simpler
than the truth I’ve found in me.

Butterfly became much earlier
than the house I have left.
The house was much simpler
than the death that has found me.

Peaceful times are to become real
as we wander through time.
Peaceful times will be much simpler
that the life that has left me.

-10/22/96

The candle is burning
shining so bright,
the flame is our hope
in a world with out light.
It was so quiet
before the storm,
now the candle is heat
but it is not warm.
Listen outside
to the pitter-pattering rain,
and the distant ghost voices
screaming in pain.
There is security in the fire
within which I’ve no doubt,
and I am safe here for now
until the candle goes out.

-10/19/96

Yesterday I saw a child
overwhelmed and scarred by hate.
And I saw the pain deep in his eyes
to save this child we are too late.

And just last year I hit a child
driven by a hate that was my own.
And I saw the anger in his eyes
caused by the hate that I wish to disown.

What kind of mentality do we have?
passive-aggressive and insane.
How much time do you think we have,
before it starts to rain?

And just today I felt so tired.
I stayed in bed for a little while.
And I know there are people in this world
who’ve lived lives without a smile.

And this is not how it was
millions of years before today.
We are responsible for youth,
why don’t we listen to what they say?

-10/18/96

Nine birds in the air,
a blue lined horizon.
Another day behind
his tired stare.
Lighthouse in the distance,
The green tinted sea,
drenched with the reality
of the man’s existence.
leave it behind, leave it behind.
A thousand times the day,
a salty scented breeze
he’s been soaked and he’ll freeze
since yesterday.
Near a heart-warming hearth
in again from the sea,
with a soul that is free
and to which my mother gave birth.
leave it behind, leave it behind.

come in from the cold, leave them your ropes.
leave them your chains, come in from the rain.
lie under my tree, you only and me.
leave it behind, leave your world behind.
A picture sewn into my memory
a bloody scene of atrocity
leave it behind, leave it behind...

-10/13/96

The raven flies from far away,
to sit upon his place today.
I watch him from behind the blinds,
he seems so close, so far away.

The raven is a cunning bird.
from within his voice these words I heard,
"I live with man and I’m alive.”
The raven is a cunning bird.

In his coat of feathers so black
he has the things that all men lack.
He has lived before and he will for always
he has the things that all men lack.

He sits upon the roof so tall
watching creatures large and small
to him there is no difference
he sees the creatures one and all.

In his voice I hear old tails
from around the world, the winds he has sailed.
he sees, comprehends, and values life
and he will live on when all men fail.

And now the raven flies away,
to return another day.
He sails to see the pretty sights,
the ones seen only from far away.

-3/18/96

Burning fields of corn, falling down trees
buildings gone up where fields used to be.
filling your mind with factories and whores
streets filled with cars and people with chores.
Towers of brick pouring out smoke
breathe out and then in as you cough and you choke.
Bitter-sweet chimes, ringing the air.
Cities I warn you do not venture there.

An easier way for people to live,
that’s what they say so people will live
in the hell-heated place known as the city.
And on all of those people, I will take pity.
They’re burning in summer and freezing in winter.
Crumbling concrete and dry plywood splinters.
Bitter-sweet chimes ringing the air.
Cities I warn you do not venture there.

Better a place than you’ve ever seen
lies just beyond that cloudy smoke screen.
Just close your eyes and take my hand
on the other side there is a beautiful land.

Burn down the buildings and all that’s occurred.
Plant fields and trees where cities once were.
Meadows of green in front of your eyes,
but nothing is real, save the Ioka lies.

-no date

And time was ended in a firey blaze,
the world was left in a smoky have.

People were left, scattered through out.
With only themselves, so little to doubt.

They saw what progress had done to the world.
A blanket of soot now covered the world.

They all came together, forming a home.
The people together were no longer alone.

They founded a garden which grew from the silt.
Baskets of fruit and trees without wilt.

They ate of the fruit for there was plenty for all,
and they shared all the happiness for there was plenty for all.

They then built a wall to keep the world away,
to keep themselves happy and destroy all dismay.

Surely they thought they thought that they were free from sin,
inside the wall where the world can’t come in.

The water of the world had turned into steam
and condensed in the garden forming a stream.

This stream could satisfy everything’s thirst
as long as everything, let something first.

A world without greed had seemed to appear
in a place where kind people were always near.

Things went on like this for a very long time
but people were anxiously waiting for some kind of sign.

Surely they thought that they were free from sin,
but little by little the world slithered in.

Quarrels began and soon they were willing
to solve all of their problems by fighting and killing.

The fighting continued and soon hope lost heart.
But a destiny leading to end, began at the start.

The world without greed that had seemed to appear
that world without greed had now disappeared.

The fire was hotter the second time that it burned.
The second chance was the last this time everything burned.

The souls in the ash waited but god never came.
The first world was hell and the second the same.

-4/23/96