Sweet Maria, she's my passion:
jet black eyes and face all ashen.
She lures me with her scarlet lips,
and tempts me with her hourglass hips.

My Maria, she's a stunner.
Beautiful, like Eva Brunner.
Skin as soft as alabaster:
makes my heart beat faster, faster!

Poor Maria, told me, shedding
tears, that there would be no wedding.
Apparently, she loves another:
my, brainless, obtuse, older brother!

they raise the sails
and ride the waves
into the wanderlust
they leap and soar
among swirling nebulae
chasing comet tails
they come in a dream
tasting like summer
lips tinged with gold
and pocket full of tales
they croon and lull
for you to come
will you go?

I felt you drift away
as the tethers slipped,
I knew I'd be alone
ties that bound were clipped

I always knew that day
would eventually come around,
I know that it's a wonder
I couldn't hear an earthly sound

I watched as your chest fell
you took that final gasp,
and all around was silent
as your body I'd enclasped

As I held on for a dear life
I didn't know up from down,
knowing I had to say goodbye
the tears I shed would drown

I fell, and broke my heart

Knew it would break from the start

Saw it in your eyes, heard it in your voice

Knew it would happen but had no choice

It is not real love when one goes away

The other has pain that will always stay

Like a thousand needles falling like rain

Inside you, there resides an enduring pain

My heart aches a pain that it never knew

I will lay in bed another day without you

Imagine Buddha with a gun.
Imagine Christ with an Uzi.
Imagine a prophet smoking crack.
Imagine a saint paying a whore.

Now imagine that within your heart there lies both divinity and murder.

Within your soul there is a song that is both a melody akin to a gentle rain fall but also the cry of suffering when a mother has lost her son.

And now go dance your dance sweet tyrant.

And move your tired limbs with as much grace as possible.