Terrible troubles befell him, Like a cascading tide to the swell. And beneath his whole life there were craters, Beneath his whole world there was hell. He whirled in a sweet desperation, He plunged to an unending doom. Before him was ne'er a salvation, Behind, unremitting gloom. He scratched and he clawed for an answer, He pushed and he pulled 'til no end. To find the peace of a stranger, To see the true heart from within. But a blanket lay cross his vision, And a pummel coated his ears. He ...

Tooley was a mild man, Of tender heart and quiet pose. He loved to watch the sun come up, He loved to smell the rose. And in his heart he had no qualm, With Man's eternal strife. But bore, instead, another cross, The burden of his life. He was a prose man, so you see, His life was filled with words. His mind forever churning out, Great rhetoric turn to verse. No care had he for common things, For family, friends or home, His treasure lay within the lines, Of volumes of his own. But though he ...

Obscure, inane, alone, insane, Tweedle-Dum and Fiddle-dee-dee, Rhyming, chiming Bitter striving. Mad dogs barking, Side-street parking, Dew-drenched blossoms In rich brown earth. Hail! Fellow strangers... Secret eyes, spying danger Prying, spying, moving on, Bit of memory, come and gone, Snatched scenes that linger on. Harmony, melody cadence, will Clash in Tiny Terrible trill. Peeps, fits Bursts of flame, All things begin And end the same.

Why Do we become so enamoured and pre-occupied with the one chosen, the one who stands up, the one who chooses to say what we all feel and know in our hearts is true? We Adore him, abhor him, berrate, believe, envy, love, hate, beat, sting, kill-- but never, ever try to replace him (oh, sacrilege!) But In the rabble, the frenzy, the titanic clashes of cosmic energies all focused and fixed on this one point of light, all screaming questions obscure and demented, screaming, crying, praying... U...

Jesus is dead and living in Hell, So kick his guts and let him smell. Let him rot and let him burn, And let his parts to the earth return. For none do hold Him anymore, None can see His path before, None can see His light shine through, None believe his words were true. They follow their own, do as they please, Turn a cold eye 'til good hearts freeze, Curdle and dwindle to a bitter hull, A cold sad shadow of a once glorious whole. Oh, yes, Jesus IS dead and living in Hell, His guts kicked dai...

At this very moment... Someone, somewhere is Jumping for joy; Crying their eyes out; Giving birth; Being born; Taking their last breath. At this very moment... Someone, somewhere is Taking their first step; Taking their last; Falling in love; Making love; Making a friend; Being betrayed; Being defended; Losing a loved one; Completely at peace; In complete turmoil; In ecstasy; In agony. At this very moment... Someone, somewhere is Jumping in the ocean; Running away from their mistakes; Hugging...