HUMAN BEHAVIOR

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Big man’s got funk in his bones

and grooves on over to where I’m at

Talks real big and smells like money

But all I see is

a small soul and BIG moves

stepping in here and out there

and although he plays an infectious groove

I step out too

for my own groove thing

Boy from the circus

remembering elephants

hiding behind curtains

covered in aphids

Leave them be, let them eat

this sugar and brain rot

There will be no more bloodshed in this new world I’ve made

Window left open

this room is cold

desire burned of sand and oil

winds of change that carried boy to manhood 

have blown past

Give us this day our daily bread

with bombs firing like synapses through young boys’ heads

There can be no more innocence in a man that war has made

Broken pieces of a portrait

lay assembled in the yard 

Disjointed lines etched on slabs of stone

Waiting for resurrection

Waiting for patient hands

Waiting for winter’s rain to wash away the layers of

unpenetrable pain

Waiting  

Waiting in vain

There can be no love until these demons leave the grave

Plain Jane

Beaded tiara and a guitar

long hair loose down her bare back

one strap

sitting cross legged and dressed in voice

harmony song

on the shore of turquoise temptation

she sings

unaffected

sunbleached and star glittered

hands dancing over strings like water

playing all day long

foreversong

forever Jane

plain

and beautiful

She’s wild as the wind

She's lightning in a bottle

Does honest work all day

Sets her demons free with fire water

She's nobody's muse

Has ideas of her own

The night hardly humors her

She goes home alone

With a mind filled up so full 

She's just tryin to empty some

Smaller minds will never know

The great things she has done

She never boasts or brags

But spreads her fury fast

Fighting words and whiskey

Will surely kill your chance

She's been called a handful

Most men couldn’t handle her

But then what good are hands for

If not to try and hold

And what good is a love that is not brave or bold

The thing about a wild woman’s heart is this

She knows well her fury, and how to outsmart it

Machine gun mind

Trigger happy motion sensored

Machine gun mind

Shoots bullets made from lust and steel

At passersby with hopeful hearts

Bleeding hearts

Needing hearts

Young hearts and minds not yet jaded

Now degraded

into shattered fragments 

and wordpieces

Jumbled thoughts and ideals

A perfect violation of innocence

Some will learn to shoot

Some will build their armor

But none will survive without scars and vows 

to take heed of

the trigger happy machine gun mind

Say goodbye a million ways

Say it to a million days

Say it til you think it true

Say it til your face turns blue

Deny the chance for love to grow

Because of what you think you know

Say goodbye before there’s pain

Spare yourself the hurt again

Ignore them when they say they care

Because goodbyes have no place there

A perfectly selfish way to see

Goodbyes deny reality

Yet through goodbyes you’ll come to know

Why you must learn to say hello

Feeling moon

I am night as cool

Still day as warm

A luminous lover, beloved

Climbed up the sky for sun

our rhythm

Gimme bigger faster longer lasting market crashing gizmo gadgets

Gimme cleaner cleansers, laser sensor needles with disposable dispensers 

Gimme boobs and lips, sculpted hips, secret anti-aging tips

Gimme anti-itch cream, anti-bitch cream, pills to cure me of my feelings

Gimme anti-disease new vaccines, bigger bombs to feel at peace, all the yoga pants I need, greater things for greater greed

Gimme things