who Drugged My Trip?

I just planned to fly up high
not go past the end of sky
but when I got there
I knew nothing
about how to hit the brake

now I'm hoping to descend
if this journey ever ends
and when I get home
I'll know something
about how to be awake

It's A Wrap

your need to be freed
from the greed of your deed
is the seed you should feed
when you bleed as agreed

as the wheel does its peel
and you feel nothing's real
you just steal someone's meal
when the deal was to heal

but you chuck as you suck
muck it up, up it fuck
- life's got stuck, got no luck -
you're a schmuck like old Puck

Electric Dawn Revelation

Marauding in this awe-sparkled whirl
Yellowing kings of truth exploding in mad-mouthed battle
The absurd winds of semantics roar incredibly in my ears
Cooing and echoing
Raping my erogenous mind.

Still grabbing orgasmic gasps on burning air
I don't believe in anything and sigh at blank notions
Of history, society and the legendary future -
Blood-splattered steaming flowers screech 'Right Here Now'
In my world of shattered electric dawn
Screaming wildly at scattered phantasmagoria.

Yet whose tense Atlantis is this?
Was it discovered or invented?
Or is it just white noise from the chemically demented?
The answer is the question, for this mystery grows older:
Beauty, just like horror, wounds the eyes of the beholder.

Still

she still calls to me
from a distant shore
"I was once your love
and you were once my whore

I am still the one
who you must adore"
- but I just smile with my eyes
and close the door.

Circles

life is circular today
maybe it will go away
and leave me in this scuppered skull
encased by mental scabs and full
of warping wisps
which tear along the tracks of awareness
in thought's chaotic train

yes life is circular today
at least it keeps the wolves at bay
or maybe life is just a play
where dreams are scenes
and dawn unfolds
on you, the stage, where actors say:
hello, how are you, goodbye, good day.

The End

so what's all this?
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?

like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die

and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose