Cicada City

 

When it comes, 

we’ll fall, 

and we’ll melt.  

 

And the shadows will mean nothing…

burning with everything past and upcoming, 

disintegrating time with fire.

 

Is this all we have left?

Is this all we have?

Is this all that’s left?

Is this all we have?

 

When it comes, we’ll see the same light.

No need for improvements

      or wavering, 

with everything past and upcoming, 

disintegrating time with fire.

 

Is this all we have left?…

Is this all we have?

Is this all that’s left? 

Is this all we have?

 

When it comes, 

I’ll be waiting. 

(Ready for it.)

 

With everything past and upcoming disintegrating time with  fire.

 

This is all we have left.

This is all we have.

 

This is all that’s left.

This is all we have.


Genuflect (formerly Hambone Solo)

 

With intervals of hope and waning daylight 

destination unknown

There’s no deliverance with what we see here

In the end we die alone

 

Take me back: 

I don’t want to die

Take me there

 

Such a gorgeous theory:

No beginning or end

But I know what’s coming; 

it’s inevitable.

 

In timeless aching for the sights I know best

Echos linger in silence

With floating ashes and sacred particles

In the warm winds of providence

 

Take me back:

I don’t want to die

Take me there

 

Such a gorgeous theory:

No beginning or end

But I know what’s coming; 

it’s inevitable/statistical.

 

 

 

 

Cinnamon Magic

 

In isolation and stillness, 

spirit pass on through.

 

Without words of forever, 

ancient fire, 

carry on through.

 

It’s approaching…

I see the light.

 

Going to die, 

so walk with me tonight.

 

I know, it won’t slow down…I know.

 

In hesitation and crashing, 

can’t be afraid of the light.

Cause we’re the same lesson learned; 

walk with me as the atmosphere burns.

 

Stay right here…it’s okay.

Save your prayers, cause I’m not afraid.

 

Hold on…Don’t let go…Hold on.

 

I know…it won’t slow down…I know.

 

Hold on…don’t let go…Hold on.

 

 

 

Dearly Departed (formerly California Scheming: The Legend of Sun-Paw and Rankle)

 

With another lonely echo,

I call out your name.

I’m not afraid of what comes next . . . . 

I’m terrified.

 

Cause the sky is falling.

No heaven or hell.

I imagine your exact eyes to help me get back home.

 

With a precise connection, I will erase my history censors, and keep up the pace.

 

Cause the sky is falling

No heaven or hell.

I imagine your exact eyes to help me get back home.

 

Silence.

 

I do believe

we can get past the madness 

with rebirth wings.

 

 

 

Yes or No?

 

In cause and effect of collision destinies, going back and forth between yes or no.

It’s too late to pretend…No god in sight, with this approaching light.

 

I warned you…It’s coming straight through.

I warned you…With all of this . . .  simple and complex.

 

Yes or no?

Does it matter?

The universe owns everything.

(The only truth is here inside.)

Approaching light…Heal us tonight.

 

I warned you…I’m coming for you…I warned you.

In all of this . . . . simple and complex.

 

 

A Remote Viewing

 

I can see you, but I don’t know where you are.

I can hear you, but I don’t know where you are.

 

I can’t see you, but I know where you are.

I can’t hear you, but I know where you are.

 

 

Ad Astra Per Aspera (formerly Pappy McNasty)

 

Impermanent light . . . . . 

We’ll shine and fade and turn our fire to silent silence.

 

And this chemical rush?

It won’t stay for now or forever.

 

But I want you to stay for now and forever.

 

I’m calculating the exact day

1,000 miles away

aching to find you and heal you 

and turn to dust with you

(and nobody else

understands this chemical rush.)

 

it won't stay

for now and forever.

 

But i want you to stay

for now and forever.

 

The sky is taking its final stand.

 

When will it come?

 

i’ll find you.

right.

I see you

right

I’m learning

right

i’ll find you

right

i’m coming

right . . . . . . i’ll find you right.




Enough Already

 

In a haunted dream of flashing blue skies/red eyes, 

with anxiety stomach aches for every passing soul.

 

I’m screaming at a ghost…Save me!

 

In darkness and light, slowing down for nothing.

Let’s evacuate these demons before it’s too late.

 

I’m screaming at a ghost…Save me.

I can’t let go…Won’t you save me?

 

I can’t breathe like I did before…Save me…I can’t sing like I did before.

 

In a haunted dream of flashing blue skies/red eyes. 

Let’s evacuate tonight, before it’s too late.

 

Pandora’s FuzzBox: Huffa Fuzza

 

Do you understand?

 

We’re swimming through the undertow of our final instincts, 

( and I don’t want to die alone )

 

I just got to know . . . . can you get me home? . . . . (to burn with you).

 

Sitting at the crossroads here; this time I have no fear.

(I want to burn with you).

 

I just got to know…Can you get me home? . . . . . Is this the only road?

 

Either way, I can’t stay here alone.

 

(in the AM, I’ll be home.)

 

The Burdensome Burden of Chuck Knoblauch et al. 

 

I can’t wait for you now.

Hold?

Fold?

 

Contact!

Contact!

Communicate!

 

I can wait for you now.

 

Hold.

Fold?

 

Contact!

Contact!

Communicate!

 

Too late.

It’s coming through.

It won’t delay for you.

 

i will wait . . . . . for you now.

 

Go!

Go!

 

Contact!

Contact!

Communicate!

Too late.

it’s coming through 

it won’t delay 

for you

I’ll run 

straight through the fire . . . . 

 

I’m coming. 

 

I will wait  . . . . . . (for now.)

 

The Lament of Al Davis

 

Wake up god damn it!  

Wake up and understand that this is true.

With lit synapses…chaos/surrender penetrating through.

Is this it?

Let’s live forever!...(I know that we can’t.)

This fire!...Is this the last time that we’ll see the sun?

 

Still alive for now…Come on let’s go!

Still alive for now…Stay strong…I know. 

 

I can’t detach.  

All my senses drained and numbed in fear.

I have no choice…I’ll keep on moving…(breathe in/breathe out.)

This fire!  

Can you see it the way I see it?

I’ll say goodbye…I know their isn’t any other side.

 

Still alive for now…Come on let’s go!

Still alive for now…Stay strong…I know.

 

I understand…

 

Ghost

 

 

 

No matter. 

Despite years and years.



 

.

 

 

 

Diminish.
Diminished.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“All that a man has to say or do that can possibly concern mankind is, in some shape or other, to tell the story of his love - and to sing; and if he is fortunate and keeps alive, he will be forever in love.  - Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

With listening and waiting and conversations turning

from illusion to transcendence



With compromise and conscience and no more befores or afters.

 

In ashes in dust and winds shifting from the west. 

 

With words and no words

with soaring melodies and precise rhythm, 

dark angels and bridges, 

 

living forever in evergreen 

simple and complex.