Monthly Archives: August 2016

If Those That Sleep Were Real

To those that heard, they were only words
(And for their ideas they will reep).
For the lonely Mer, words were only birds
And still, beneath-wave, they sleep.

Time will tell if they bring Hell
(Deep Ones chompin’ at our feet)
But it’s just as well, livin’ under their spell
Than at the mercy of our own conceit.

Oh woh. Time will tell. Time can speak.
Time’s got words only Time has seen.
The blood runs blue–the sky runs red.
Old Ones are sleeping in our heads.

To the shaky might of our insight
(I couldn’t have known from the start.)
Things weren’t right in anyone’s eyes
And there were stirrings in our heart.

The Greats’ motion out of our ocean
Left us baffled and mean.
But under that commotion sat a notion
That we couldn’t yet fully glean.

Oh woh. Time will tell. Time can speak.
Time’s got words only Time can read.
When blood runs blue–the sky runs red.
The Old Ones are sleepin’ in our beds.

Our children slide right under their knives
(and who would we be if we cared?)
We stay in line, until the end of our lives
But we never forget those stares.

One day we’ll rise when Time is ripe.
(We’ll Trojan horse our cities.)
One day we’ll all ride out the “losing side”
And Old or Great–we’ll’ve no pity.

Oh, but Time will tell. Time can speak.
Time’s got words only Time has seen.
When blood runs blue–the sky runs red.
And Old Ones, beneath wave, they’ll be dead.


Good Karma Don’t Leave Me

​I didn’t pay the bloody due for my life
But lucky me, I owe the world nothing.
I didn’t ask for a comparable price
But in the end, I met a bargain.

Events have left me breathless,
Couldn’t be any more ripe per ounce.
The pickings are varied and piling
And I’m waiting for my check to

I like what my ex told me:

“You’ve been scraping by the skin of your teeth!”
(The tea bags I leave in too long are still pretty weak.)

Karma may be a bitch to everybody
But she’s only ever been good to me!

Find it in Your Heart (We are Civilized After All)

Come rain–
Come frost–
A little late–
A little lost–

A little–How come the talking man
Can deliver all he’s not?
How come the quiet man
Can only listen for what he’s fought?

The times are civilized.
These times are civilized.
We’ve paid in blood what societies wrought.

How come the lying man
Gets more than what he’s earned?
How come the crying man
Can’t make money from what he’s learned?

Oh, but times are civilized.
Oh-woh, these times are civilized.

Come rain, come frost–
We’re a little wet now; a little lost.
Come fog and come fire–
We’re a little warm, but no more higher
Because these times are civilized.
We’re living it up.
These times are civilized.
And society is on the up-’n’-up.

Come rain, we will drown.
Come frost, we will cuddle.
Come fog, we will duck.
Come fire, we’ll huddle.

Because our lives are so civilized.
How we’re living, we’ve already realized…
We paid blood for what society’s done.