City of Dreams

            

                   In the City of Dreams

                   everyones a dealer

                   from the real estate guru

                   to the "hip" holistic healer!

                   Here avarice paints costly illusions

                   and stokes the moneyed fire

                   but they all jump into the flames

                   for they fear their Golden Calf

                   might very soon expire?

                   Meanwhile falsehood becomes

                   the letter of the law,while

                   truth is villified the liar

                   

                  

                               

                  

                   

                                 

                 

Fever

                                  

                   We are crazy

                   and totally twisted

                   with a sick inflamation

                   of the brains

                   that can't be resisted

                   We are touched!

                   We've got more than

                   a few screws loose

                   but we can't make

                   any sense of it all

                   so whats its use?

                   Yes we're schizoid

                   and wildly psychotic

                   with irrational fantasies

                   that are both

                   deadly and erotic

                   Oh we are absolutely mad

                   and hopelessly insane

                   but only this disease

                   can hope to kill the pain

Surfaces

      

                                   

                   I want what

                   you look like

                   and what

                   you feel like

                   and what

                   you smell like

                   and what

                   you taste like

                   But thats not really you

                   is it?

                            

Battlegrounds

                   
                   Another day of fading

                   another day of jading

                   another day of wading

                   down this murky street

                   this decaying battleground

                   of endless defeat

                   where death is the only entity

                   that doesn't cheat

Need or Greed

                   We plagued ourselves with notions

                   we poisoned ourselves with potions

                   as we destroyed the forests

                   and the oceans

                   We infected ourselves with wants

                   we diseased ourselves with desires

                   and we let our good intentions

                   stoke the funeral pyres

                   All in the name of personal need

                   we moved forward

                   with a determined greed

                   We killed ourselves with addictions

                   and entertained each other

                   on the dire predictions

                   as if all the bleak forecasts

                   were just some foolish fictions

The Stealer

                   Time you old wheeler dealer

                   you really aren't much of a healer

                   you're more of an essence stealer

                   As you fade out thoughts and

                   dry up desires

                   and slowly dim the lights of

                   our dream fueled fires

                   Leaving us where?

                   in old bodies

                   plagued with aches and care

                   and whatever was that guiding light

                   now its signal is not so bright

                   It all wears down then the

                   intensities fade and scatter

                   and as for the whole crazy game

                   time withdraws the stage for it to matter

Apparitions

                            

                   People of the shadows

                   silhouette a nowhere scene

                   passing through long

                   days of twilight like

                   ghosts who've never been

                   People becoming shadows

                   fading into the gloom

                   hiding behind some dark belief

                   that shields them like a tomb

                   They're not people,just shadows

                   drifting faintly down a weary hall

                   silent,indistinct figures disappearing

                   as the night begins to fall