pleas

people please
people please
i won't please the people
for people's needs
for people's knees
kneed up to needs
brought from the peoples
who ease the needs
of peoples pains
or peoples pain
the people's pain
the mocked insane
they're payin' the sum
the sane refrain
to recognize
with unpaid eyes
in stern relation
their stern eyes
are sterilized 
in owned and unowned
lies
lies that play
to home made dramas.
lies that pay homage
to bastard sons
and 
their negligent mamas.  

snagged

i'm on my way home again
i've been looking forward, to the end
BUT I'VE BEEN SNAGGED
BY BYE AND BYE GOOD

i'm slipping closer but eyes won't shut
i'm slipping forever across the grain

we're headed the wrong way
paired with the wrong regrets
attatched the wrong resent
to me not you
we're making correct attempts
meaning full wishes
for healing of blemishes.  bleeding

pourously blistered
devouring no cause
detour my heart away
stay the despised course


we're headed the wrong way
paired with the wrong regrets
attatched the wrong resent
to me not you
we're making correct attempts
meaning full wishes
for healing of blemishes.  all bled.


i'm on my way home again
i've been looking forward, to the end
BUT I'VE BEEN SNAGGED
BY BYE AND BYE GOOD

i am so vain.
i am so vain.
when i look at you
i don't even know your name.
dost thou knowest mine?
dost thou knowest my time
is not meant for titles
an unheard of pantomime,
yet i heard it's mine
from the unknown seekers.
those unseen speakers

meshed in a crowd;
matched for the crude;
moshed from below

where melting blows.
bellows.
bellows.

pillows of thorns
scraping God gave me?
scarring the crown
to be on a head,
ahead of the rest,
rest un assured that
wrestling's insured
even with demons?

their attempts of beheading
is getting less quiet.
so here are the gaps
that are gaped unbeautiful.
hear all the gasps
to an ugly
source to be mocked.
to be flogged,
with flags from a sowing.
flags for a reaping
but my face is not striped.

is it stripped?
is it ripped?
is it barricaded in blame?

i can only remember
that i bear what's at fault
the lines of destruction.
empty stampedes
still pounding,
bruising,
beating,
a soul
that look's ugly.