Demon Tree
There's a demon monster outside my window
with two glowing red eyes.
It's gonna eat me and swallow me whole.
Yeah, you only THINK it's a tree with street-lights behind it
But I know.
It talks to me you see.
It tells me things about its life.
It used to be a normal tree, it says,
but man came along and ruined it.
Man is the evil one, it says,
I'm just an innocent tree.
HA!
I know it's gonna eat me.
It also told me it's sick of nutrients.
It says it's gonna start a war,
between trees and man I mean.
The demon tree better hurry though,
Daddy wants to chop it to smithereens.
He says it's ugly.
I say it's gonna eat me,
but Daddy thinks I'm joking.
There is a demon tree outside my window
so if I'm not here tomorrow
watch out.
It's probably gonna want dessert.
 

Dreams
We are trapped by our own lives
never really escaping from reality
no matter how hard we try.
Personally, I'd rather be wrapped in a blanket
of gentle lies, dreams, and twilight
than lie naked and exposed
in the glaring light of reality.
And is that so wrong?
Is it wrong for me to assume I know
what's best for me?
Where therein lies a fault?
I will assume the role of Devil's Advocate
contradicting the societal law.
I will deny their steady monotonous lives
to live my own, of poetry and philosophy and love.
I am a dreamer
and in dreams
cities are raised from dust.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A Generation Lost
We are an entire generation of lost soldiers
walking in the shadows of our stolen dreams and raped childhoods.
We look up as the oppressing walls close in around us
and all we are allowed to see is darkness.
This can't be all there is! we cry.
But no reply can be heard over the incessant beating
of our boots on the floors of concrete jungles.
They pull away as we, the outcasts, file through Strawberry Field.
We look for our voices in music, poetry, art, anything,
but we are still silenced by the slapping of bureaucratic red tape.
We are drifters...
we belong to no where, and to no one.
Not even ourselves.
We are pain,
stolen innocence,
raped childhood...
an entire generation without a voice
and without a God.
We are the lost children....
 

the void
you left me here standing alone
holding an old tattered letter
that's supposed to make up for the pain
how am i to get over you
how am i to get on with my life
how am i ever to understand what you meant
when you said you'd never leave
i tried to stop you
i tried to tell you no
i begged you not to leave me here without you
but your only thought was of yourself
if you truly loved me
you wouldn't have been that selfish to leave
your only thought was of what you wanted
you never cared about me
i know that now
i've come to realize why the church
calls it the highest act of selfishness
all i have left are memories of you
and an old tattered bloodstained letter
that's supposed to fill the void
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

We are all insane
Crazy crazy we are all insane
we open up the box and we play another game
we tie up the tiger and we beat it with a book
and we blow away our friends with just one look
the world's gone mad and the children all cry
we call up to heaven and we open up the sky
we roll down the mountain in a faded blue lake
all the world's a stage and our souls are at stake
smile smile we're swinging up the tree
nobody knows how you feel about me
For only $50 she'll get down on her knees
and the Catholic Church will never admit what it sees
crackle crackle Janie's on fire
she wanted cheap labor and nobody there to hire
she blew up the stars while she screamed at you
and nobody knew just what to do
crazy crazy we are all insane
the little girl's catching jars full of rain
she opens up her eyes and she cries out to God
and away she goes with just one nod
crazy crazy we are all insane
the world will never know what it is without pain
all we focus on is what we can gain
know know that we're all insane.