Hyperzone

Been wondering, meandering
in darkest space, been floundering
like crumbling rock in feckless flight,
tumbling through this timeless night;
my heart of gold has turned to stone:
sold out my soul in Hyperzone.

Seen all I need, don't need no more,
fists crashing through another door
and smashing your cold shield like glass
for letting this hell come to pass;
broken hearts turn into stone:
feelings freeze in Hyperzone.

Been dreaming epic tales of how
we sailed those stormy seas, and sought
forgotten trails into the past,
to find our lost desire at last;
heart of gold, heart of stone:
love is the best when it comes home.

Frame Surfing

looking from outside it all
its seems like I'm plunging
fast freefall
through a wraparound movie
moving me about
out to where the inside's turning inside out
out where outsiders battle with
the outrage at the rage within

it's well past time to offer gifts of pity
i've reached the last outpost at the end of history
i'm at the gatehouse of Hell's night-cloaked city
where the future is known, and the past is a mystery

find the portal, make your move
take that path you feel unearthing
split time-space, vacate your groove
sex/drugs/death equals frame surfing