2004-05-31 - base
it's chaoticly erotic, cause, effectually neurotic
it's the realm of possibility: your brain
and you're lucky if it hasn't gone insane
how could someone be in charge who's not inane?
all the suffering, the issues and the pain...
it makes you wonder if there is another plane
some transcendental destination
somewhere far from tribulation
is there solace for the here and now?
besides the daily dulling, such as how
the butcher calms the fat and weary cow?
is it meat market delight?
are we USDA right?
so politic'ly correct
minimally allowed defect
like an idol candidate
who's exhausted by debate
Simon criticizing, scrutinizing losers
(without whom all the idols would be boozers,
I mean how else could they be copers with the belchers and dopers
beside them as they belly to the bar,
they've had more tolerance training then by far
they're talented and therefore need to spar
with all the inner conflicts as they are
but anyway I've gone a bit to far
I'm finished with parenthesis)
who are
just trying to get by and unaware
how miserably their will cannot compare
with intelligence existent everywhere
omnipresent love so debonair
so elegantly drives to pass with care
who's constantly alert, fully aware,
and yet allows the chaos to be there
reminding us of all that is not fair
outside of perfect justice and true love;
there's a way for you to go (don't push and shove)
there is room for those who know and walk above
the passions which would drive you to the brink
far beyond what normal thought leads you to think
to a place that could inflame you with the stink
infinitely out-of-bounds (and out of drink)
an eternal place of torment governed by
all the souls who got stuck cursing asking why
"O' why was I born, why can't I cease?"
"Is there no way I can find release"
twisting and yearning, like centipedes burning
writhing and yearning, tossing and turning,
agony torment and clinging to rot
like some bad dream you awoke from and thought
"what an insidious plot for a dream!
who dares to air or to write such a scene
how do I block out that channel inside?!?"
inborne sense of justice that can't be denied
only one refuge can truly shelter
from the chaos of helter skelter:
dream in line with this highway
the winds and sea - they must obey;
the elements, tho' burned away,
cannot contain the souls who stay
within the boundaries of true love
trusting in the Lord above
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