EYES
Like a shadow searching for the light, She turned her back; darkness radiant, Formulas to twist and talk in the silence, Hearts beat like thunder in this brainstorm of violence, Like a warrior looking for a fight, Peel back the feeling; ego enemy, Torture the medium to broadcast your fears, Crooked laughter the source and veil of your tears.
Eyes can't see anything, Eyes just hide the pain, Eyes can't see anything, Eyes just look in vain.
Like a feeling that’s lost with the touch, Matter over mind; flesh dream, Speech just goes thru the motion of sound, Meaning is lost as the motive is found, Like a moment that’s lost in the rush, Fury and hunger and heaven’s disguise, Time is just another scavenging tool, You sing for the wise man and dance for the fool.
Eyes can't see anything, Eyes just hide the ruse, Eyes can't see anything, Eyes just beg for clues.
Like a thought that tries to frame the wind, Mirror of madness insatiable, Head like a sinner she acts like a saint, I’m color blind and she says she can paint, Like falling asleep in church and waking up to say amen, Vanity is your prayer received, She knows what she thinks and she says what she will, She lives by emotion she don’t know how to feel.
Eyes can't see anything, Eyes just hide the soul, Eyes can't see anything, Eyes are like a big black hole.
March 92
FAITH x 9
There’s rain heading in from a memory, I don’t know if it's the weather or if it's just me, You can't tame the wind you just let it blow, You just try to believe when you don’t know.
Love in the darkness I can't find your hand, Prop me up on a skeleton stand, Is there room in heaven for god and man, I feel as small as a grain of sand.
The maid poured poison it tasted like wine, Her face melted away; I thought it was a sign, But underneath was the black veil of death, She bent for a kiss and drew my breath.
Love in the darkness I can't find your hand, Prop me up on a skeleton stand, Is there room in heaven for god and man, I feel as small as a grain of sand.
In the living of it; I just don’t know, The life of it seems to die, Color rains on the black and white, And still the painter knows not why.
Life in your light I can't find my head, I follow the ways of what memory said, Good and evil dream like truth in my bed, Is there room on earth for the life of the dead.
So now as I try to see you clearly, Well, maybe I love you dearly, Rose petals fall instead of rain, But they just add fragrance to the pain, This vision is caused by a like of sight, Hope rises then falls; nothing more than blight, But I’ll love you if out of nothing but spite, Your darkest shadows are caused by your light.
April 92
THE LAW OF THE JURY
Into my mind your image shapes, Your ego slips thru where the steam escapes, Your broken doctor and your helpless nurse, You hid your lawyer in your purse, Candy wars and a metal kiss, Did your silent tongue talk like this, You’ll only listen to your favorite song, You change the truth if the truth is wrong.
Stay in focus, Not hocus pocus.
Broken mirror; you be the judge, All your limping is that just a crutch, Follow your rainbow it's your rain, Would you kill for god’s love just like Cain, Secret potion you’ll never tell, How did heaven’s hero wind up in hell, True skies are cloudy when the rain will fall, Now the weatherman’s wet; you fooled them all.
Touch your feelings, Not sentimental dealings.
The hungry eat; you lick your lips, The starving starve; your patience slips, Stand up proud as you fall apart, Is that a lump in your throat or is that your heart, The season ends with the hunter blind, When you look for nothing nothing's all you’ll find, Camera obscura like a mind trap, If your misunderstood then you take the rap.
Judge the jury, Don’t stand in fury.
April 92
MEANING BY NUMBERS
I was laughing just to keep from crying, I was living just to keep from dying, People break and they limp sick broken, Lover's dance; the truth unspoken, Time moved on and I stood still, I knew there was a mountain just over that hill, The past is dreaming; the future is asleep, I’m the bloodshot eyes on the face of the deep.
Meaning by numbers; paint by chaos, Don’t let faith destroy your doubt, The world is wicked and fortune’s blade, Don’t fall in if you ever want out.
Looking into eyes of glass and soul of stone, Always reaching out to find you're always so alone, Piece by piece it falls together as you fall apart, Suddenly you're face to face with the end and you don’t know where to start, You try to pull the earth over your head till you can't see the sky, Seems your whole life is spent just learning how to die, Love is burning bridges and meaning don’t mean much, You’ve got to really feel; feel; feel to really know how to touch.
Meaning by numbers; paint by chaos, Don’t let faith destroy your doubt, The world is wicked and fortune’s blade, Don’t fall in if you ever want out.
Separate me from the infinite scheme, I am my own dream, Roll the planet; let the raven loose, I can transpose his scream, Storm the living; dead go blind, I can seize my mind, If life shall not look where it lives, Sand-bone is what it will find, Spin my head into heaven’s view, And I’ll flavor what is true, And I’ll celebrate beauty’s unbridled touch, That turns me into you, I know that chaos is my paint, And color is my saint, And I’ll bury my soul in a rusty can, Far from the midnight’s feint.
Meaning by numbers; paint by chaos, Don’t let faith destroy your doubt, The world is wicked and fortune’s blade, Don’t fall in if you ever want out.
June 92
CUPID’S COMET
Secret souls and desperate minds, Endless skies and warning signs, Electric thoughts; impulse kills, Crocodile tears and oil spills.
Love don’t count on my mercy, Hate don’t count on my pain, Just can't believe what we can't see, But this water will turn to rain.
Stardust dreams; earth compromise, Dirty truth; spit shine lies, See thru dresses and love locked flesh, Glory ghost; hungry guest.
Love don’t count on my mercy, Hate don’t count on my pain, Just can't believe what we can't see, But this water will turn to rain.
Love is a falling star.
Cupid’s comet; the Golden Fleece, Oasis of wine; the banker's niece, The crux of time and wasted days, Pragmatic plans; intrinsic ways.
Love don’t wait on my mercy, Hate don’t play with my pain, Everything's not enough, Roses bleed in the rain.
June 92
You open your mind and your mouth leaks out, You spill what it never was and not about, You cast pity’s fuse to the restless wind, You treat your ego like a hero and your enemy like a friend, Afraid of the dark but much too afraid to admit it, A dream leaks in but it stops before you can quit it, Watch innocence put good up to evil, Search for the ruins of a man in the upheaval.
Busy making mountains, Drying up the seas, Trying to cure the symptoms, With more of the disease.
The telephone is ringing the machine will fake a voice, Chaos meets confusion in the freedom of a choice, Ingredients of hunger; the diet of the dying, Ego baits the trap with a good excise for trying, Bits of pieces falling into the circus ring, A clown sweeps them up and says this don’t mean a thing, The audience is waiting; the performer’s waiting too, Now silence feeds the show each side waiting for its cue.
Busy making monsters, And they mate with pretty girls, And then morning sickness brides, Spit up brand new worlds.
And she turned away all teased up with the truth, And I said don’t close your eyes; I see the soul and secret of life in there, And it is...........
Eternity is calling; the days are peasant's time, Death is calling highest court to make living life a crime, The watermark of dreaming is higher than the tide, Don’t fancy love to fling a thought it’s much safer left inside, All these crushed bones falling; falling thru thin air, They fall thru minds and ghosts and glass and all that’s not really there, And impotent prayers are raised to god and climbing sky, And the builders build new tombs and help the dying die.
Busy making mountains, Drying up the seas, Trying to cure the symptoms, With more of the disease.
July 92
Light; the pervading theme, Darkness steals the show, Life the common dream, The dreamer's treasures glow, The day breakers find fault, With all that life has wrought.
Centered on illusion, Crippled with life’s walk.
Self and crucifixion, Pain is borne with pride, Truth is spiked with fiction, Death’s true killer died, A lover's healing touch, Could never mean so much.
Blinded with a vision, Falling from the ground.
Roses descend from the heavens, And we mortify ourselves with the thorns, God’s figure lost in our shadow, And we presume all innocence, And the world of mirrors; designed to please, Snake smooth glass of midas touch, Each planet spinning their moon, The stars their fertile pasture, Yet desolate winds whistle thru the ruins, Of each stone and alter like a sacrificial ghost, And around this mirror in framed magnificence, The idolater lingers in praise.
Not blood that these hearts bleed, Nor light that feeds this sky, Desire much less than greed, In the mirror of each blind eye, Members of the grand illusion, Players in vulgar delusion.
Centered on the hurt, Radiate the pain.
May 92
Living root in the dead stump, luck will carry you down to passion’s broken toe, fire hydrant personality, sweet girl kiss the broken mirror.
Electric dead turn the harvest, let the sky fall on the stars, mother piston feel the mind, turn like a bloody spark plug.
Cement souls in grass of Venus, I’ve stood here thirteen times, rot drink in unison, the wine of spit good year.
Astral houses in iambic style, sculpture of a ghost in the fountain, eternity in a fools gold hemorrhage, thought will muddy the motions cure.
Limp in the ecstasy forum, sky crowded the spectators thirst, the thirteenth pregnant nurse, cured the no luck impotent doctor.
The wind just sings in the gutter rainbow, was it love that killed the first lover lust, fly in the folded heavens lap, don’t touch the nickel to the golden rain.
Groping for the air raid voice, insidious doubt in reality’s tongue, lost in love potion number thirteen, evil swallows what good spits up.
Don’t dance with fire on a floor of ice, if a lady begs you with universe eyes, power pump this earth station heart, touch the life vein death hard pulse.
April 92
In my car moving thru the insidious night, There’s nothing wrong that’s ever been right, A ghost ran out in front of me, I swerved and I almost hit a tree, If chaos were any more ordered we’d all be lost, Dangerous curves; mismatched and star-crossed, White light over a dark blue tune, Dark road; black cat and a full moon.
It’s not a windfall my hands are hard and worn, I’m lucky my heart's in one piece the way my soul’s been scraped and torn, It’s just a mind full of thoughts and a head full of wine, I had to give away everything I didn’t need just to keep what was mine, I was trying to find myself but I wasn’t looking for me, And when I saw I wasn’t afraid to say I see, Misery comes sooner but the morning soon, Dark road; black cat and a full moon.
I’m almost home but I keep wanting to look over my shoulder, I’m not getting any younger and I might not get much older, Some people I’ve seen seem to be frozen in time, As if life were for losers and the living of it was a crime, But all those shadows are in the rear view mirror, The dreams get dimmer as the world gets clearer, White light over a dark blue tune, Dark road; black cat and a full moon.
Feb. 92
Wake the lion this dream is dead, The war’s been lost in the dreamer’s head, The whole world is just pride and gain, The water and the ship went down the drain, Honey can drip from the tongue of any fool, But is love the exception or the rule, I see the cruelty of ages and it’s no surprise, Man is no less cruel and no more wise.
Come down heaven; crush this hell, Steal a line from the poet's tale.
There are enough trivial tragedies everyday, To amount to a holocaust in every way, To insult the animals is to compare man thus, Because they are much less ignoble than us, People want liberty at the expense of justice, Their souls are weak and their hearts are rusted, Fate to the wind as it gathers force, Hurricane the masses from the rainbow’s source.
Come down angels; thrash these bones, Call up the balance on the overdue loans.
Every now and then I feel the beast in me, But like the sky I always break free, The world’s big fist hits us all, Hit man hard enough to make him fall, Radio waves distort the call of grace, Man's savage lust takes its place, You can feel it just beneath the surface of things, Only takes one spark and out it sings.
Raise up demons inherit the earth, And when you’ve got try to tell me how much it’s worth.
It’s all such a waste of flesh and bone, The world’s more real in flowers and stone, I’d like to offer hope but sometimes I can't, Man seems no more than king of the ant heap ant, When Satan comes to crush humanity, And Christ comes for the few left with any sanity, I’ll be thankful for the end and I won't miss life, I’ll just wave bye bye and take the hand of Christ.
Come down heaven; crush this hell, Steal a line from the poet's tale.
May 92
The sky is a better veil than a light, The stars are just holes in the tarp of the night, And when I look at the mask of her face I see the same, Just another bright mystery except this one has a name, Such a pretty face makes you wonder how ugly on the inside, Just try to find her you’ll see how well she can hide, But I’m tired of looking; I always told you who I am, But your affections are more like an emotional scam.
You have to dig deep to reach the surface, Wring the blood from your heart; bang your head against the stone, But a false prophet can't even predict the past, But what of the damage done if you accidently hit the bone.
I’ve circumvented the circumstance and I’m still not sure of a thing, But if you get slapped too hard by your own rage you might not live to feel the sting, But maybe the hurt’s the only thing still holding you together, Because the burden carries the weight of the world and your will’s as light as a feather, But it's easy to miss; the mirror seldom shows the defects, All you get is the mirrored image of prospects; suspects and rejects, So you call it something just to say you understand, And your soul migrates to the safest ideal and you're left the living corpse of a man.
You have to dig deep to reach the surface, Wring the blood from your heart; bang your head against the stone, But a false prophet can't even predict the past, But what of the damage done if you accidently hit the bone.
I know it’s what she is that matters as I examine the fossils of what she was, But her favorite philosophy is just-because, But you can't even get past hello with this kind of reason, That diffident bite of the lower lip is nothing short of self treason, There’s a world of chaos trying to order love, And it’s fooled and suspicious of the stars above, The hurt inside is the father of all earthly desire, But the way we love's like fighting fire with fire.
You have to scratch the surface before you dig to deep, Stop being motivated by emotion instead of feeling, We think we can get what we need by sacrificing what we want, And we think we're giving when we're really stealing.
May 92
I am lost in world of you, I feel much more like that than this, I am living fire of flame underwater, And I live on a grave site.
I see too much to be enough, I think therefore I think I am, I live in tic toc mind of space, And questions eat my children.
I feel free in private prayers, I don’t listen to the wind, I am the hand that holds the mirror, And knows not what is; but seems.
I am no puppet to your plans, I am not what you so often spit, I know everything about dream-shape, And foreign bodies sleep.
I feel pain but do not hurt, I am not afraid of the eyes that blind me, I was wounded by a hero, And the artist's poison pen.
I am world of senses choked with sense, I am rage seeking god in self perfection, I am truth wrapped up in ego, I feel like flesh made word.
July 92
Released August 1,1992. All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.
