Give er dat religion here, old timer!

Some o' da best shit comes to ya when
Ya be freely expressin' yer and yerself, gotcha?
It's likened to a storm, or one o' dem word puzzlers
Taste-tastically, tinglin' senses and
Ouch - That's touch for ya babe
Some o' da times it hurts
Some o' da times it's a good feelin'
Lot o' da time, come to say , ya?

The best beat makin'
Is in body touchin'- did ya say rubbin'?
Some o' da bestest rhymes out der comma from da bedroom.
Most o' dem, I gonna bet.

Some o' dat ol' time religion
Lost but not forgotten, ya can on dat bet!
Bible done tell ya to praise yer Lord,
and where be he if not in yer bed-?
I ask ya dis!

Ouch, some o' da most bestest beats
From da thumpin' in the sheets

Ain't no G in in'

I'm in one of those
Can't-do-nothin'
Sitin'-is-agony
Watchin'-for-nothin'
Pacin'-to-fro
Chocolate-eatin'
Toe-scratchin'
Moods

Comes with the territory.

More like a
belly-achin'
Stomach-churnin'
Acordian-playin'
Baby-makin'
No-good
Down-beat
Dirty-sweatin'
Dog

Slick Velvet Tunnel of Ecstacy

we ride the night train
to avoid prying eyes
the tunnels are dimly lit

we travel through space
sleep a blanket of time
hiding from honest sun

Bodies, Cages, Birds, Souls

The Body is just a Cage
for the Soul

Colorful Parrots in rusted iron enclosures
Half whole Pigeons behind bars of gold

Captor and captive dangling from one string of many
Thread perilously close to being broken
Frayed with age, time
Dangling next to razor blades
Slaves to the ever changing wind

Young Duckling taken by the breeze (Oh, and we are right to retain some hope)

Thin yarn supporting Pelicans
Choices are weighed with beating hearts
Steel chains bearing Nightingales
Song is the gift of dreams to inadequate vocal cords
Canaries held by Goliath's braided hair
Light can only be seen in darkness

The Soul is just a Bird
trapped in the Body

Allmande

Ich weiss nicht
Und jetzt Angsthaben bin ich
Ich weiss nicht alles, nur ein Bisschen

Könne ich der Welt ist fast unmöglich
Leben auch
Keine Schönheit, keine Gnade, kein Herz

Immer noch schwierig, immer noch traurig,
Immer noch ohne Lieben,
ohne dich

Franzosisch

J'ai aucune sentiment
Puis c'est la pire chose
qui ce passe
entre moi
et le monde
extérieur

C'est la manque de
liberté
qui me touche dans ces
moments
Il me manque, voit-tu?

Je tombe loin de toi
et en même temps
de moi

Alors, c'est ça...

Tu me manque.

Casey

I remember you told me
We could make our own sound
And my innocence was born

Right there on the rusted park bench
The city lights our blanket

Night in summer is made for youth
and we stole our moment there
We made our own sound

Seeing You, Alone, Tonight

In an abrupt flare
I wanted you
The image of you naked
Flashed in front of me

It came like lightning
and the thunder followed
That incessant urging

A pulsing of blood
and flesh against flesh

Just in that moment
all I though of, you

Making images in my mind
as you draw in the sand
Something new and then
the wash of waves against bare feet

To be young is to yearn
and feel longing
That tenderness below
That haunting breath