Maybe Baby

Yet if i should play this game
again
It must be by a challenge

I guess i've seen enough of this
game
I should know the basic rules

But unlike investments, these
returns
May not be clear or even tangible

But i'd only play with my
heart
Not much of my head

Ah, that's where i got
check-mated
Perhaps

Yet if i should play this game
again
It must be by another way

Flowers are nice to have
Yet
It passes like the weather

I'm the insecure type who
loves
to live in a house of bricks

Maybe i can plant
Flowers
But never trust to sleep on their bed

Ah maybe this door hasn't
Closed
Yet; i'm still feeling strange

But this door holds only a
Furnace
Whenever i look back

I hope i don't knock at a
monastery
Nor scorn at such a beautiful notion

Some people live only for such a
notion
A presumed symbol of peace, happiness

But what if God is a big
Chicken
Oh i wouldn't want to break that to them

Some say that's what really makes the
world
Go round, not money

Well i never believed in money
but
Maybe now not even Honey

Maybe Barney is good enough for
me
At least he always tries to be funny

Yet if i should play this game
again
It must be by a miracle

Sleepless in shuttle

Find it hard to sleep tonight
Can't quite tell the worm inside
Holding my bolster, squeezing it tight
I wonder why ther's no moonlight

This night the wine was ripe
I only feared to meet with snide
Though no one seemed to take a side
Least i've nothing more to hide

This small step i've taken to fight
These queasy notions that are stuck inside
I hope will make me crawl again
And one day master this cruel game

Yet for now i trot this milky way
this space, this world, his murky place
I choke on dust and watch the world go by
Stars born, stars die, i've got starry eyes

I'm getting incomprehensible
A galaxy on asthma
Inhaling whole systems
Vomiting asteroids at times

Though i can't see you, Sun
I hope you'll always be there
Tirelessly, selflessly giving up yourself
For all life, for unconditional love

Supernova

Light sears my eyes tearing through my vice
White, black spots, specks fingertips probe and scratch
Around a wall of love, static stasis
Rules my palace i shut my lids and pray
Struggling against the placental bubble
I long for that which never came as near
Red vial of manna my Cup to drink
Ah Abba, how wouldst thou show thy fury?
I must see the light of day, guilt stabs me
I will do it my way, something tells me
To emerge for air and rise a phoenix
Or sweeten my buds in hell i immolate
i shall stem the flood and hold Atlas' load
Will fossil him to serve no one but You