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Once I had a thought rolling around in the back of my head. What was that thought? I'll never know. I've always felt less human for never having captured that thought. Still, what is human? May I ask such a question? I should know what a human is; after all they say that's what I am. Therefore, I guess I don't know what I am. What am I? I am a life that exists inside a body. This body holds the vital components to sustain this life as well as the appendages (two arms, two legs, their corresponding digits and a head) which enable this life to carry out its meaning, whatever that may be. A purpose, do I have one? And if I don't, do I really nee

She spoke of how she was dumped again, And spun the cliché to swear off men. She wants to douse the light in her eyes, Cut her spirit and bury her smile. But remember, hope's always there; It just needs to be dug up once in a while She tried to forget how each night was And did all she could to forget her loss. She wants to kill the music she hears, Cut frowns in all the masks she wears. But don't forget, hope's always there; It just needs to be brought up for some air. She fell down then was picked up again, Given the chance to take another hand, Given the choice to believe in fate, Reassemble all the broken parts, Rememberin

Love Making Once again they perform the dance Of empty ghosts that cannot stand. Why they dance upon the graves, Why they chant the words they say, Are all a mystery to those Who do or might, or might not know. A question answered later in time. Still they prance in step, in line. Watching through walls of gossamer faith That depart for the old, That depart for the new, That depart for the less, That depart for the chase. When the music time slows down, O'er empty ghosts that tears have drowned, The dance, you think, there would end And reality fades from pretend. Though the music comes to an end They bow, perform the dance

Masque What's the difference between black and white? Are stars just pinholes in the curtain of night? Why on earth does the sun come up? What is this feeling known as love? What's the difference between hot and cold? Is experience a result of being old? Is time real or just a state of mind? Can you ever return to what you've left behind? What's the proper choice to make? What's to be left and what should we take? To wake up from slumber before the dawn, Or to rest until all the darkness is gone? Why do any of us need our names To shield us from our private shame? Who needs the endless hours, days, or years When it all adds up

Work and Prey Hello, I'm some dead guy from heaven I've come to you in this vision To tell you that in this life you should do nothing But work and pray, work and pray all the time. You should love everyone around you Including lawyers and politicians And you should forgive the man Who broke into your home, crippled you, Raped your wife, and robbed you blind. Then you'll need to work and pray, Work and pray all the time. I want you to give all your hard earned money To your local church, just give it to them So they can build more churches and fund their people In other countries, trying to warp their minds To convince them t

The Pure Face of an Angel I see your pure face just beside me Lusting thoughts come flooding in, But when behind closed doors of passion Say who you are really then. I see your pure face in a photo Gazing back at me through riddles, But fighting between good and bad I find you standing in the middle. I see your pure face frowning at me For breaking all my promises. Something about your Jesus Christ And a picture of his face. I see your pure face red and tearful, Crying rivers that shall rise. It's not a problem for an angel But I can't swim, I won't survive. Empty your face of all that's good, Leave it natural to the touch

To Give Me a Cruel Chuckle Burn my pictures and letters. Forget all the good times. Wish you had never met me. Erase me from your mind. Call me all the names you want, Say that I'm a fucking waste. Kick me down and down again And bruise my ugly face. Pull my hair and scar my body, Reassure me, you don't want me. Hurt me so bad I'll want to die Because for you, I'll never cry. 1998

Please Framed up like a dizzy spell, The world is spinning 'round. Open wounds trapped inside Your tightly closed mouth. Then you will run to the door To call your little child Who cannot thank you enough For the chance to go wild. You won't smile always, No, 'cause some sweet day When I forget to tease, You'll recall how cold I looked And how I just said, 'please.' Frames crack and the glass will break But that's not for which I'm scared. I fear for the pictures that rest inside Because I put them there. 1998

Forgot Pain has the will to withstand, While my happiness does not. Pain's best accomplishment Is a love, 'forgot': Heart, will we forget her, You and I tonight? Will we forget the warmth she gave? Will we forget the light? Soul, how can we forget? Why can't we let her go? Would it hurt more to remember her Or to forget what we know. When you are done then tell me So that my thoughts may burn, Because while you forget this day, I will remember her. 1998

Nightmares Write and sleep, write and sleep, That's all I ever do, Because when I sleep I dream, And all I dream about is you. 1998