Barf

If I were to spin,
                in circles,
                        for hours,
the world would blur together,
      and my mind would fall apart,

but that's quite ok,
                      you'll see,

because I drink a lot of milk.

Fat Cat in the Sky

Keep your secrets near,
      For strangers will surely stumble,

I don't mean to pull your ear,
    But lets let the people tumble,

Sidewalks,
      boardwalks,
Are uneven everywhere,

cracking,
     crumbling,
the systems in disrepair,

animals,
     we're all animals,
straight jackets in disguise,

animals,
    they're all animals,
why ruin the surprise?

Dance With Me

             Alive,
for the very first time,
                                          I try,

To surmise,
            these feelings I have,

              but try not to laugh,
                                   at rejection,

         So if you will,

Take my hand,
          we can dance,
                      for a while,

well get stuck in the rhythm,
                      and move to the rhyme,

                               one more time,

don't tell me your tired
                            that's a lie,

cuz you can sleep all you want when you die,

                             that's why we make it a point of being alive.

Angels

Fly
      high,
angels
      in the sky.

Auschwitz

           Flesh burns,
       it sears the air,
           A horrid stench,
                   perfumes this stair,

wearing grief,
   without prepare,
these hunks of meat,

       souls declared,

Is there meaning to this madness,
          or have we fought,

                        for a moment,
                of gladness.

Clean Split

I know,
      I know,
      I Don't want you to go
                      but you must leave
               This land of make believe

Hello
        Hello
      No soundly emotion
Stone cold is reasonable option

Oh.....
        You still there,
   thin air disperses evenly,

No.....
         So long,
grasp new vectors in this ambient world,

No better time,
      To loft alpine,
   and recognize,
why mothers cry,