crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...
you see what you want to see!
your spin dictates your narrative...
Blue balloons glint up in the sky,
Making us wonder why...
power is the God of this planet
no immortal benevolent being, to save the day...
without waves the sea becomes a pond
the moon retired...
I know how to end,
The life of a mockingbird...
You can not cover
Who you really are, over...
logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...
This scrap of dirt,
this portion of earth...
From an unforgiving sky one day,
The choking dust blew on its way...
A little breath of scandal,
And a pair of eager ears...
candle in the window
for the son of a widow...