tears

Blameless


 
What are these tears and blood… is it dust in your eye… or april’s flashing nighttime sky? Why do your eyes disobey you… what’s the matter with your heart…  you can’t tame the untamable, don’t you know?

And would you criticize your man then offer solace?  You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children… and answer the call of the hurricane… down to you… down to you………..  BLAMELESS.

Do you hear the distant call… soaking toil in splendor… belonging to the night of endless dream? And do you carry weight of worlds summoning strength of billions… sending monsters to their doom?

And would you criticize your man then offer solace?  You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children… and answer the call of the hurricane… down to you… down to you………..  BLAMELESS!

How can you bring me down… my secret now revealed? From you there is no cure… my fate has been sealed. And how can I make it through the night when thoughts of you infect me… and turn my comfort into pain… and rob me of my sleep?

You know you can’t hide your lies… I saw you fall to your knees at the ruins. And do you do all these things then return to every day? Flags waving full in breezes… breezes… breezes…….

And would you criticize your man then offer solace?  You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children? And answer the call of the hurricane…

down to you…
……..down to you………..
blameless………………..blameless

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Wiz and the Mojo Bar

 

He strode into a Mojo Bar and ordered up a shot, from his memory pack, pulled a snap of boardroom ballads setting up their day… they say it’s fair and…

Before we destroy the competition, screw the customers, and laugh all the way to the bank, let’s bow our heads to pray.

The Wiz pulls a payment card and smiles a morning cheer… cos batshit double tea hatters fill him with “the fear. ” Intrepid student wrecking crews steal victory from the jaws. While the self-driving uber fleets deliver hookers all night long.

And the planet… in a fit… swallow souls randomly. And 400 years go by as Cajuns hit the sand. But here and now… here at home… cops shoot kids skittishly. And everywhere it seems people rage to bring their guns.

The free exchange of dangerous ideas meant to deepen minds take a hasty exit on Eden highways where even rockers lose their souls. And laundry ladies pick stringed rhythm to the drying clothes. While bleach is for the eyes of federation mojo bros. Hands change in dollars and dimes. The Federation crowd looks inquisitive to the Wiz. But he breaks down in tears… falling from his crown like rain in Fat City. They want to help his trouble and his pain, but the Wiz just keeps cryin’. Where politician trains… cruel potential worlds… Colombian civil wars… end in time for rocky mountain stoners to load their bowls from the Mojo Bar.