I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, With a begging bowl in his shaking hand. Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices. I do, but walk by.
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic. It's half-light and he's in tears. When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me. All pride has left his wild drooling eyes. I wish I had my leg to spare.
A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars. She's never loved him more.
An obese girl enters an elevator with me. All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck. Terribly sweet perfume deafens me. She's going to dinner alone. That makes her even more beautiful.
I see a model's face on a brick wall. A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill. A city that worships flesh.
The first thing I ever heard was a wandering Man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea
It was us, roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn Bathing in places no one's seen before Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island Clad in nothing but the surf-beauty's finest robe
Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature In early air of the dawn of life A sight to silence the heavens
I want to travel where life travels Following its permanent lead Where the air tastes like snow music Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture I would bathe in a world of sensation Love, goodness, and simplicity (While violated and imprisoned by technology)
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment I used to experience true love That love remains infinite As I'll never be the man my father is
How can you "just be yourself" When you don't know who you are? Stop saying "I know how you feel" How could anyone know how another feels?
Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, Whore, politician, wrongdoer? I am, you are, all of them already
Dear child, stop working, go play Forget every rule There's no fear in a dream
"Is there a village inside this snowflake?" A child asked me "What's the color of our lullaby?"
I've never been so close to truth as then I touched it's silver lining
Death is the winner in any war Nothing noble in dying for your religion For your country For ideology, for faith For another man, yes
Paper is dead without words Ink idle without a poem All the world dead without stories Without love and disarming beauty
Careless realism costs souls
Ever seen the Lord smile? All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man? Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks? Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder If man will ever change
I, too, wish to be a decent man boy but all I am Is smoke and mirrors Still given everything, may I be deserving
And there forever remains that change from G to Em