Note: I've been accused of being dark, but I don't think so. These are happy thoughts.

Rap 1

No use for this human race
Can’t take the pace
Flying off in space
Don’t want to face
the end

The time is deepest night
The dying of the light
We never made the fight
Maybe get it right
Next time

It won’t be out of spite
When echoes in the night
And a shower of meteorites
Announce a slight
Adjustment

The place is burning down
But somehow life goes on
Glowing roaches spawn
Someday maybe a new dawn
For something

So the next big thing
Next thing living
No reason for giving
It our dead kind of loving
Is there


Death

Like a dream of the dark,
senseless coming of age,
when the dreams we dreamt
in daylight disappear.

The light of loves we loved in dreams,
the chain of life that binds
to parents, children, wife -
black and broken into nothing.

Package them up, those dreams that were you;
Address them to where you’re going;
Hold each to the sun as you pack it away
For a shadow to haunt the living.


Put Your Lips

Put your lips on mine, babe,
Put your lips on mine.
Ain’t got time for another babe,
So I guess you’ll do just fine.

Down to the tavern, the other day,
Down there to make the scene.
Lucy Landry was sitting there.
Didn’t know what that would mean.

Lucy said
You knock me dead,
And that’s just what I did.

Well, the cops came in
As I finished her off
And shot me in the head.

So put your lips on mine, babe,
Put your lips on mine.
Ain’t got time for another babe.
I guess you’ll do just fine.


Haiku – golden leaf

A golden leaf that once was green
turns to dust in
the cold winter wind.