In the spinning of the blade,
a superseding wish for gain.
In lieu of noble sentiments,
a list of new ingredients.

The jolly round is passed on by.
A jeroboam of bubbles lie.
Grail like drinks are fortified
by angel’s breath and Gorgon’s tied

into a Mandelbrot bootlace
of needing more but saving face.
Poised pen and poisoned inks;
lots of love, heart breaks and sinks.

perhaps she has no option
oooooo la la la la
wish her well from our side
there's nothing now left to hide
all rides are free for all of us
all that can well see
the sunrise is like an ebbing twilight
don't let it trouble,
thoughts wee ...

the darkness will soon be over
as the sunsets beyond the distant horizon
then the school's sweetheart will also say
darling follow me
the sun sets happily

I want this and I want that
And I don't give a damn
If the country goes to hell
As long as I get my ham

I'm third generation on welfare
you said you'd care for me
I can't make it on my own
You've made it plain to see

Insanity is expecting different results
From the same old experiment
And so we'll try it just once more
To our own detriment

thin air

that's where the angels live

and we earthbound

keep the finger on the trigger

our horizons

from the watchtower

to the radar

keeping peace

keeping strong

the oppressors

the aggressors

in the safety of our bomb

the megatons that uphold

freedom

liberty

future

hope

If you could give only one thing?

Most people would say they choose love.

Love is like a day in spring,

when the birds soar high up above,

from the south to the north fly,

also waking from sleep creation,

telling the winter's cold good bye,

and the earth starts resurrection.

If love was the chosen one

this simple gift how would you give?

Would there be attached conditions,

with self serving motives,

or could you give it freely,

not expecting a reward?

The years have almost passed my history.
My name is Number Million Refugee.
When others played against my destiny,
Palestine preserved the true identity.

My name is Number Million Refugee.
With blood they often fed and nourished me.
Palestine preserved true identity,
when others swept my Home's dignity.

Married a delectable rose
couldn't forsee the woes
her actions would compose

A flirtatious flower
men with kisses shower
her mysterious power

She spread her petals far and wide
his beautiful bride
no longer a source of pride

a lingering scent
he now repents
the passion he spent

His rose had thorns
his feelings scorned
her loss he mourns

Now, let us speak of pain my friend
and all its presence once implied;
of how it made my mother bend
the long, sad years before she died.

And all its presence once implied
‘twas more than I could hope to bear.
The long, sad years before she died
all proved the start of scathing wear.

‘Twas more than I could hope to bear,
the rack was ne’ertheless my lot.
All proved the start of scathing wear
when father passed from heart’s fell clot.

While Americans scurry
two steps behind the credit crunch
the one percent plan

on how to buy the next election
or make dead peasant policy's
pay out

throughout the nation

Most of the wealth isn't enough
they've taken it worldwide
finding cheaper inductees

Patriotism and Capitalism
do not go hand in hand
both have failed

Wake up America

Wake up

Oh, the turkey was sublime
The dressing was extra fine
The yams were oh so yummy
When I stuffed them in my tummy
The potato salad was so great
As was the ham I'd masticate
The deviled eggs that I desired
Left me feeling so inspired
So chicken and dumplings I then ate
Piled them high upon my plate
The fruit salad was really divine
But the lemon pie I can't define
And as I sit here in major strife
I guess it's time to pay the price