Hello, Mannequin

hello mannequin
i'm tired
hello mannequin
i'm cold
hello mannequin
i'm hungry
hello mannequin
i'm weak
hello mannequin
i'm sad
hello mannequin
i'm angry
hello mannequin
i'm scared
hello mannequin
will you be my friend?


Disloyalist Party

diseased and taken sick
sworn allegance to the advocates
barbed wire and swinging whips on the backs of those you once called friends
left field conspiracies turn to rot upon which you still feed
from greed and malcontent come the cries of one who's marked

disloyalist
misery ever after
disloyalist
misery ever after

self righteous views and quotes
deny the one you claim to be your hope
misused philosophies
contradict your own reality
lack of wit, but half as wise as all the logic you seem to despise
from beaks of ignorance come the cries of one who's marked

disloyalist


The Works Of Unknowns

have to read patiently
books from past centuries
books of those rarely seen
hidden for ages
painted walls, protraits drawn of great empires and royal lawns
tapestries in banquet halls
vanished from memory

now there's nothing left to be shown
the works of unknowns

I divide, multiply
write what I learn and why
lecture to younger minds
with sense and reason
I devise formulas with chemical and minerals
ponder life through telescopes
and question one's purpose

have to be commonly known as one family
lengthy geneologies of who came before us
branches of family trees drawn by those after these
pages, proper histories, lived then forgotten


The Singing Arc

all of my lost inventions
somehow i'm feeling much older
what fate is in store, to be forgotten?
will there be a history written, or not?

all the world has changed
time unfolds when there is progress made
gears unwind to propel me far
centuries of design
the singing arc

live to tell wonderous tales?
i'm just a ghost of my former
the loss of peers has sentenced me
to suffer the knowledge of what i've learned


Song For All Time

often how I keep wondering
in these minutes of a time and season
on from busy hours
to remember life, as a time when no one rested
hurried, incomplete
worsened by defeat
of the growing discontented
swept away from life awakened to each day
with the sense that no one here will stay

and all was lost
a book was closed on our lives
song for all time

unfamiliar place, with familiar signs
you can never leave them far behind
temporary grief, no prolonged relief
holes are filled with things you still don't need
every friend you've lost
each a single thought
captured in a letter on a shelf
once a year we write, once a year we call
but every year there's less to talk about


The Birth Of The Telegram, 1814

journey in a wagon
journey on a railroad over green country
have to brave the elements
bound for gold and silver
don't forget us

telegram
please write some words and send them
with your hands, you bridge communication
speak to me, preserve our early memories
telegram
please write some words and send them

will you carry on for us?
do you ever doubt the day that you left home?
forced to be oblivious
I regret the things we left unsaid


Who Are Friends?

I make a sound
in my self contained hospital
fend off the stares
in my glass walled cubic
pins drop for noise
am I faint or just paranoid?
caught in the clutch of the poisonous

who are friends?

answer the call
to become your own animal
happen to fear what will be installed
too late to choose to be self analytical
caught in the snare that you set yourself

who are friends?


Wolf In The Bend

of the sect called the "naive disowned"
your earnestness, letters of well wishes
false sentiments?

where is your friend?
wolf in the,
wolf in the,
wolf in the bend
there is your friend
wolf in the,
wolf in the,
wolf in the bend

kind to me, but rarely kind in deed
your portions swell with doses of your greed
where is loyalty?


From Mount Chorus

how your end fate tells a story
like the ones we have lived out so poorly
in a light of an unclear existense
i've been swept to the side and been dismissed
fainting and friendless

from mount chorus
a song to reach the ends of the earth
from mount chorus
still singing, still singing

plagued by severe complications
of which there are now new vaccinations
pierced by the sword of the devil
but a mirror shows the face of one you know
who are your friends now?


The Phonograph Plays, Part And Parcel

hear what is played, what is sung
in the sight of the orphans
near to the night, so to hide every deviant notion
you try to leave, but become as one horrid invention
run to the leaf covered home to prepare you protection

the phonograph plays, part and parcel

odd signatures of the kind you missed from the last century
you start to think of the ones who have betrayed your memory
put to complete disarray while the handles are turning
what comes to you comes too late as the needle is touching

ever turning all our worries and our troubles
you look over, what you see is innocent
and the lions come to greet us by the hundreds
from a corner one is watching us being eaten


Nikola Tesla

nikola tesla, nikola tesla
nikola tesla, nikola tesla
lesser known of these inventors
bell, marconi, t. edison
libraries of calculations
unfinished and then forgotten

nikola tesla, who remembers?

radio, a feat unheard of
broadcast from a wireless system
neon lights, fluorescent light bulbs
microscopes and basic radar

genius, scientist, inventor
penniless at death, yet ignored


Post Calendar

sent to the liars
with my neck being hung by the wires
climbed out to feel
all the spiders below at my heels
rush to the trees
but the dark-coated ones heard us breathe
rather than yield
we could drown in a pond by the field

younger than who came before
lost all that was built and stored
who will know what became of us?
ending on, the saddest note that ever was
calendar, post life calendar

find out who's there
hide the key to the diary there
run through the snow
and our blood is like ice to the bone
we'll make a way
they won't find even hints or a trace
buried in fields
all the soil fills and covers our grief


I Am A Pioneer

from the school of revision
comes the standard inventor's rule
books of subtle notation
compositions, all original

I am a pioneer, synthetic engineer

on the brink of discovery
on the eve of historic light
worked in secret for decades
all my labor will be lost with time


A Page Of Life

a page of life torn out
of which cannot be found
from heights of mountains
to leagues under
a course not soon ignored

a page of life torn from "the written annals of..."
the poly memories, so numerous
enough to end our love
old as trees
an ancient haste unbound
unfolds the limbs unwields the whims
what I mistook
from the last refrains of songs has gone...

who will interecede in our loss?
older consequences have since passed
will we be given back our love?
if not for these hours what do we have?
a page of life torn out...
old as trees
an ancient haste unbound
unfolds the limbs unwields the whims
what I mistook
from the last refrains of songs has gone...