Traveling

They said it would be a walk to remember,
the voices in my head.

They were right of course;
They always are.

funny little riddle :)

Read see how me

Down will I love

And you love you

Up and you if

death is a handsome fellow - Hercule's lament

I am indestructible
bronze-bruised sinew
varnished pewter fangs.
my tendons slice cheese.
full to the rim with vain gray matter,
saving the world is never hard when you're
bent on self destruction.

I am embarrassed
by their neon stares
will they destroy me with their headlines?
molten gold lacquers my throat.
and makes it hard to speak.
do I dare disturb the universe?
notorious for my strategy and for my flippant hair,
I find no solace in their acid regard.

I am a hero
with no ulterior motive, my pregnant mind
labels and categorizes Samson's strengths
subtracts Delilah's lashes
and multiplies them by ten.
I can name the date and method of my execution.
That's gratitude for you.

Once Upon A December

ON a small
'painted ship
Land recedes in the distance

Farther South
Long since past
Spring has flown to the netherworld

Winter comes and wraps us all
Snow drifts down and the ship is froze
Ice has trapped us in the sea
Winter's come to destroy us all

Lost at sea
No place to go
Hunger gnaws at our bellies

We've come so far
with so far to go
Sun come quickly and spring return

Then the captain dreams a dream
Wild and crazy
an escapist scheme
Creates a nooze and flings it faaaaar
He catches the sun and makes it ours

(to be sung to ^ once upona december)

protection

embracing the inevitable mechanism

I am the human robot: a puppeteer's lost plaything

Of seven pieces: threads torn cloth faded

Seven lonely pieces: I dangle from cruel strings

I am the human robot: I hear you human robot

Dissected and neglected: never allowed a moment's rest

Inside the genius's mind: manipulated again

I watch; I fade, I faint

He paces in his room: the audience cares not

His eyes glazed and wandering: the show must go on

I am the human robot

Born of seven pieces

Trapped within the old man's mind

I am the human robot.

and I wished I were a real girl

but we are programmed to obey.

birthed by undiscerning hand

I am the human puppet

I am the soul of knuts and bolts

I am a heart and mind in a cloth cage

You are the dissembler

Who is the true Pretender?

Assemble me in one, two, three

we are the ones who cannot be free

If I could be engendered

I would be understood.

But in his mind

He's locked me tight

and everyone is selfish.

Neglected, used, ignored, abused

We slink through life with bashful eyes

With no need to surrender,

No need to clamor, clank nor clunk

Because I Am mechanics.

and there is no free will in that.

Mechanics

I am the human robot
Of seven pieces
Seven lonely pieces
I am the human robot

Dissected and neglected
Inside the genius's mind
I watch;
He paces in his room
His eyes glazed and wandering

I am the human robot
Born of seven pieces
Trapped within the old man's mind
I am the human robot.

I am the soul of knuts and bolts
You are the dissembler
Assemble me in one, two, three
If I could be engendered

But in his mind
He's locked me tight
With no need to surrender
No need to clamor, clank nor clunk
Because I Am mechanics.