I used to think it's cool
Kissing you outside the school
But now I hate that scene
Keep me away from nicotine

Some drugs are good for fun
And some drugs are like a kid with a gun
But some drugs are cold and mean
And kill you slow like nicotine

The blackest light, the hanging sea

I am he and she and me...

Fell the stroke which felled the tree

Grow in me O fatal seed

Hazel eyes could we be threes?

Magic reigns, let magic be

Be the bird and be the bee

Love somebody, set them free...

reality never did much for me but I guess it comes free to air and in hi-fidelity 3D a consequence of your senses bending the fences storming the trenches and entering your enormous fortress of boredness and tiredom and smashing fashion by washing the walls clean of dreams and schemes and showing you exactly what the scene really means an obscene being of colours and lights fighting for the right to party rent free in your head instead of obediently conforming to your nice warm norms your blinkered thinking drinking from the carton and skipping class tripping on acid and holding a black mass and cussing in the back of the bus with us the intrusion of confusion dispelling illusion the soothing movie the tissue of lies behind the eyes that keeps your mind blind keeps you from divining the rhyme and the reason and the rhythm of the seasons the ebb and flow you know like a yo-yo the past is past now fast now slow come the waves of the future you used to believe would leave you to be at peace or at least grant you a brief reprieve a little sweet relief from the reef beneath the glossy surface of easy belief reality is free to air the cost of fantasy will be dearer and dearer the nearer the era of fearless heroines and heroes flying in the air and being ware and caring for the poor and the homeless the endangered and rare species and other clichés without which we would cease to be a society and just become a colossal superslum a mob of mobs with no jobs and no prospect of respect or dignity or even of being remotely free and that’s reality if you and me stand back and let it be if we let it be so join with me brothers and mothers and sisters and fathers and daughters and sons as one and have fun in the sun and the rain to gain a perspective on our pain and joys as young girls and boys to rejoice in our choices for worse or for better forgetting the fretting the hate and the war so the idiots we all work for will be poor and the world will be wealthier and healthier and more beautiful and fruitful than ever before for ever and ever more (amen)

Our passage will be brief as the hills reckon it, but it shall be gloriously bright.  Hearken and be glad...

I donned hakama today

Opened like a black book
A silent knot guarding the entrance…

Jin
Many samurai of old died young
Outlived by their pleats
For want of mercy

Gi
A right path is righteous
But seek not rectitude or certitude:
The refuge and mausoleum of fools

Rei
Etiquette paves the streets of society
Shall a gentleman with clothes aflame
be suffered to burn,
or seized and rolled upon the ground?

Chi
Intelligence is required to distinguish success from error
But is neither their prerequisite
nor counter-guarantee

Shin
Trust is the light that shines only for the bearer

Chu
Loyalty heeds the word
Even when the speaker is silent
Rewards the deed when the doer is spent

Ko
Piety is the art and love of obedience
to no lesser authority than the universe itself

I am a tough.
I am a rough-neck.
If there’s a scuffle I’ll be in the thick of it.

I don’t blench
At the thought of bleeding.
Don’t shirk if someone needs a kneading.

Give me the noose my friend,
The trapdoor under…

Just don’t give me that number.

Mama beat me,
She never caught me crying.
Stoled my daddy’s gold tooth
As he was dying.

Shoved my cousin into
The baker’s oven and
Gave my niece a piece o’ hot lovin’

I’m so mean,
It makes you wonder…

Just what I got against that number.

Well they say everybody’s scared
Of something.
Baby for me yeah that’s the one thing.

Give me the lightning,
Give me the thunder…

Just don’t give me that number.

& when I die
& meet my maker
I’ll take the fucker by the neck, give her a shake yeah.

I’ll throw the dice
& play the devil,
Teach him a thing or ten ‘bout being evil.

But it’ll all be in vain,
I’m going under…

Baby if I roll that number.