Friday, September 19, 2003

Still everything is broken.

the fall of mars
can't understand what's
happening
can't grasp the reasons in the twinkle
and the movement of my eye
reaching shaking grasping for the
answers and the stars shake and fall
and hit me in the eyes

can't understand
the reasons why
can't grasp the moon eyes from the water
that reflects into my eyes
the lunatic light that is in my eyes
is it life or is it lunacy
answers and the head like a hole in the sky
falls down and hits me square in the eye

the eye of the tornado is wind and gale
the squirming masses of torn and ripped exhale
beautiful my mind sees as it's ripped to shreds
the evening moon is full and red

chaos is found in the disorder on our home
mars is spherical and globed
the dust that settles when the wind is gone
looks like a war has been and gone
in seconds and moments that drown my eyes

i see the deaths of millions with baby eyes
the lasts thoughts hit me as i think in my mind
the war is ending, it has been so long
the bloodshed has been going on
and hitting me forever and ever

can't understand
the reasons why
can't grasp the moon eyes from the water
that reflects into my eyes
the lunatic glow is in my eyes
i can see the explosion but i look away
and look into the red sea

in the explosion there is semblance and fitful sleep
like a clawed bear that has finally killed its last meat
for the long cold winter and climbs into its cave
and falling into hibernation dreams all else way

the dust settles in the haze
and the ocean i stare at begins to fade
as my vision is given and gone
and my body is no longer
and my soul is no stronger
and the war has hit me meeker
the only grace i have is to die weaker

look into the red sea
my blood is still in its eyes
i remember it falling from so gracious mars
and landing on the earth's molten face
it dissipated into a red geyser of flame
and turned to rain

so rain down on me
the bled blood still flows free
so rain down
on me
the bled blood still flows free

the war was ended
and all fell to sleep
as the earth was molded
and we were given defeat

my lifeblood
spills over
as i am brought into the explosion's eyes
and all over my brain
my telepathy hits me in cries
baby eyes squirming rotten dying sighs
no reasons
no whys
only the wicked have crooked minds
only the wicked will grow their smirked vines
and only those so fit in each other's eyes
will die

homely little marsian that came from the stars
beating fist that loves the movement it derides
lovely beatings through blood and pumping insides
the fucking controller of my body that kicks as i sleep
how divine

about as big as my fist
and as old as time
the veins are sticking out
and beating all the time
how divine

lady how divine it is what we
created
like a star being born on mars
crashing into comets that never existed
and never seemed resistant to elements
that degraded what was left

this beating
moving
homely little
charm

this beating
moving
homely little
marsian
that came from
the stars

how divine
and beating all the time
and a part of me
and sometimes blackened
and sometimes full
sometimes too dead
to eat its bones

how divine
like a star being born on mars
crashing into comets that never existed
where kings sat on their thrones
and never seemed resistant to their power
and never seemed to resist the elements
of their monarchy

the disjointment of my beating
moving
homely little
charm
is in my ribs
and in your arms

hold it close
and kiss the scars
the meteors will hit
when we feel lulled
and the sky is blue dust
for us to crush

mud and mush
and blackened bark
that feels too rough
this beating
moving
homely little charm
is in my ribs
and in your arms

this beating
moving
homely little
marsian
that came from the stars
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