China

Energy
By any other name
might still move as comfortably

God
called anything else
might be just as hard to point out
just as hard just as easy just as resistably accessible
Just as problematic, if you know what I mean

Problematic language happens
when the arrows on the old road signs get turned around,
or town square moves from where the old Church Used To Be.

And yet, everyone who knows the town
can pretty much figure out what you're talking about

unless, you're talking about the problem,
then it's a bit more hit and miss, in a sense you know?
Then it depends on love and interest
commitment to understanding what you're already saying

Love is name given to so much
It's miraculously rarely unclear what is meant,
because of the everclear context

So much, everything, just a little affection
need to share rather than shared need
hunger, warmly treated, everjoyfully

Now's a chance for a little extra expression
now's a chance to get a little more off our backs and chests
in moment, relating can happen, from then on patterns can tend to set

too much anything, everything for too long
makes the anyevery thing irrelevant
or offensive, drained of precious context
precious warmth, concern or interest

Poles gets chilly, in the excesses of discourse
tension builds, in the spaces between the endless words
So bring me close, treasure the precious silence
into the warmth of ever-loving forms

Heat, in any other winter
might still sound better than anything, anywhere.

Chemistry
in any other language
might still happen, as long as the elements are There

rabbits made of steel
are rather hard to steal
but ducks made of aluminum
shit fluoride through their plumed wing arm pit
A place can't flaunt how good it is,
Is there's terror in your piss
the water, the water
has to feel good, or else what kind of neighborhood?

The filter the filter
can make a house home
cauze you kan't trust the shit they feed you in Rome
The wine might be blood, or sulfer dioxide
the heavy metals might get in side

Unless The Poison can drain
away to some where plain
where the algeas are hungry
and spores are insanely capable of breaking it all down
and shifting the trouble to fuel
A machine to convince the tightest tight sqinch
too release and just be
eaten

But no! the tar pit won't die!

The styrofoam nugget is in love deep inside
with all that it is
enough not to let go
and loves nothing else
too much to let go
for it's sake

Is a Yid a small thing
strong like a luz bone
so tight and intergrated incestually commited to the whole, forever?

Even a styrofoam atom
is slipping away at the edges
dissipateing into harmless ultimate nutrition
blurring the atmosphere around it, but maybe it's collapse is not so helpful, or yummy ever?
You don't have the right to eat, without accepting that you'll be eaten,
and mayb it's nice to love the One you're dying in
Why not?

I don't know who's in charge of my life, what to call, what to admit--

me? You? The Good Devil or the flawed War God, stars or Chaos, who do I look to for help?

Who ever you are, in charge of my life, please guide me to be more helpful. Either way, if it's me, if it's Not At All, please: help me be a bit more useful, less oblivious, destructive, and useless. This much I beg of thee~ if not to know who it is i'm talking to, just a little better.

I feel lost with you
alone like i've left everyone I felt good with for the sake of you
I come back to the idols i've left behind
hoping to inject some life in them
empty temples
where once it was so alive
I turned my head for a moment in the hopes of catching you
on the way in
and when I turned back
all the music and light was gone
only an empty room remained
and a long trek back to town

I layed down, take a nap by myself
nothing hurts more than sleeping for lack of engaged company
I layed down
too far to even cry
not bad enough to have to die
just enough to feel Empty outside

I could have sworn
there was something I was supposed to do
something crucial that had to be said
I am waiting.

waiting for the one from whom everything can come
waiting for the onw from who there is no exhaustion
waiting for the cause to make growing seem right
who knows what's going to be?

Tell me I don't have to die
I'll swear i'm not afraid of pain
Hold me close and nervously and breathe until you're not scared anymore

superman is scary if he's not on your side, real comforting if you know he's cool, and still a bit awesome if you're not sure.

God has been hiding nowhere except everywhere. He's right there if you remeber to listen. but it's nice to stop listening and start talkin' sometimes, real nice if it's working.