Self-Portrait Of Burdens (2012)

Music & Sound

Sonny

Sonny

The world was ours, Sonny.

All we kept from our families...

the smiles atop your faker’s face...

those miles we walked at acid’s pace...

And the way the moon was pliable...

how the strings above were viable!

In the snow globe, once living...

like two fish, just swimming...

You were growing the greenery

when green was my scenery.

That sharp taste and that sour spit,

forgave and forgot for another hit.

I marvel at how the world turns,

now at our two different paces.

I am here; you are there,

now we’re lost in all the faces.

The world was ours, Sonny,

back when we were family. 

A high smile’s sheen is always bright,

soon we’ll walk miles toward the light.

The Level

The Level

When I was under control

I was close-minded and weak

I finally let myself go

I found the true power

The rules were made

Like bricks being laid

In the road, in the wall

The lie made for us all

Exorcise your soul

Sterilize the brain

Escape the media

Come to my level

When I was under the bridge

I was hopeful and hungry

I finally ate the skin

I’d found under my nails

Limits were stretched

As the rules were etched

In the road, in the wall

The lie laid for us all

Exorcise your soul

Sterilize the brain

Escape the media

Come to my level

The next level

Free Spirits

Free Spirits

And I found his eye at the harbour,

wandering from a book to my own.

The Romance of his skin and tongue,

all but a question of his tone.

But beneath his beard was mystery,

and beyond the sea, a new day.

Though the flames of desire burnt me,

the heat could not keep us at bay.

And as the smoke curled around his body,

I was caught in that winsome gaze.

Concerned words, a flash, a warning,

I heard, I saw him through the blaze.

But the new lands prompted adventure,

and the last cinders cooled to stone.

We conversed deeper than every loch,

but our free spirits still chose to roam.

And I swore to remember this man;

such is the burden of desperation!

We wore pink triangles on our back,

now resting, apart, in two quiet nations.

All The Same

All The Same

I forget the kindness of the man,

like the scar trailing down my back. 

Still, I find the face I want for him,

dipped in tar, desires of black.

I conjure my inner amorist,

roused by a tender gaze.

His blood is cold and barren,

mine, his, all the same.

I recall the strangers who’ve met me,

residing in the nights undefined.

I am caught in the shadow of others,

the dark bell chime, toll a lifeline.

I mute my inner companion,

sleepy; he never came.

His flesh is cool and clammy,

mine, his, all the same.

I conjure my inner amorist,

roused by a tender gaze.

The bell toll, cold and barren,

a poor reminder of my fate.

Desperado

Desperado

This is the season to feel full.

The sky falls at once upon a time;

where paths unfurl like pieces of twine.

I follow the crumbs along the ground,

a road where twine has never unwound.

Dirty lust poured out of my mouth.

I was primal, I was vacant inside.

And he was planted in bad judgment!

He sprouted, spoiled, my guilt was wide.

I’m a victim of desire’s tether,

a criminal, some desperado.

In my vision, that black fire weather,
those animals, sad desperadoes.

Paki play play again?

Paki play no!

Paki say say again?

Paki say no!

When I see it outside,

the tall mountain overlooking,

all my luck and my troubles

fog the view of everything.

But she had a nice song, darling!

Wasn’t she the mother to our James?

And wasn’t it just like that, darling,

how she melted into flesh and names?

Mummy play play again?

Mummy play no!

Mummy stay stay again? 

Mummy stay no!