Rain…fall…
Slow~ly~
If only you’d stop,
if on~ly.
Rain…fall…
Dee~per~
Chilling my bones,
you creep~er.
Rain..fall..
Qui~cker.
The wetter the roads,
the sli~cker.
Rain..fall..
Down~ down.
Flooding the rivers,
drowning the town.
Rain. Fall.
To~night.
Swallow the world
and swallow~ the light.
You’re so bold:
like a raven in the night;
like a candle out of sight.
You’re so cold:
like the shadow of a life;
like the flashing of a knife.
Why do they call us “consumers”
instead of valued “customers?”
Are we supposed to be gluttons
who are being raised for mutton?
Are we nothing more than sheep
that the wealthy like to keep
penned up in a golden cage,
indigent even in our rage?
While the music plays
its rich and baritone notes
life is a grand thing.
Then “without warning”
the music suddenly stops
and we all fall down.
One Bacon Deluxe
and nacho fries value meal.
And super-size it!
One evening I met God
on a bench by the bubbling river
which divided the town.
And I asked him a question,
the most important one I could think of:
“What’s your favorite burrito?”
He seemed startled by it,
maybe even so far as off-put,
and he asked me “Why?”
I replied simply,
“Because no one else would ask you this
and perhaps you want to share.”
Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.
I’ll love you even past sundown;
I’ll shout my love throughout the town.
I’ll love you ’til the stars fall down
and then, with them, I’ll craft your crown.
I’ll love as I’m sinking down
when on your love it is I drown.
Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.
I’ll lovingly walk at your side
and hang upon your arm with pride.
I’ll love you by the riverside
when laughingly we’ll run and hide.
I’ll love you still ‘long the roadside
while we take the long miles all in stride.
Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.
I’ll love you each and every night
and through each and every fight.
I’ll be your master, king, and knight
and serve my mistress to her delight.
I want to take you home tonight
is there any chance, my dear, we might…?
Listen now,
oh lover, lover:
of course my answer’s yes.
It’s a prison –
why can’t you see?!
No bars can hide my truth
and in this cage my soul flies free.
What is Jane Doe’s maiden name?
Who is this woman of mystery
who left home and hearth to follow John
into the dark of an unknown future?
Who was the bright girl behind this cold woman?
Who remains to remember her?
Who remains to care?
Charging forward undeterred,
a locomotive will;
screaming down the steely tracks:
a warhorse off to kill.
But Sleipnir’s stalwart progress,
which lead to victory,
was remembered by his victims
quite in infamy.
A (wise) man of two faces 