The Lion and the Lamb

Life was so calm before you
Walking steadily thru the dim lit streets
Bravely, unafraid
You could hear the roar in my soul
When you looked into my eyes
Daring, daring, daring the world to make me feel

When you stumbled in my path, I figured this was nothing new
Many have tripped before my paws, they were nothing but another piece of meat
I looked down at you, smirking- you were so angry and afraid
But you stood tall, staring into my heart made of coal
Your ears were perked to its silent cries
Daring, daring, daring to melt my heart of steel

Even though I should of passed by, I couldn't bring myself to
Instead of walking away, I smiled and took a seat
Right next to where you had laid
Down before me, in a situation of which you had no control
You amazed me... you were already forming your ties
Daring, daring, daring- to make me feel

The Meaning of Life (The Wise Tomato)

Hey! Listen to me!

I'm a tomato.

I know what I'm doing.

Because I killed a owl once.

And my mother was a very wise potato.

She was an expert at mooing.

But she said I was an awful dunce.

I'm not though! I'm unusually juicy.

But listen close, and listen hard.

I was walking in the morning dew,

and I stepped in dog poo.

It stuck to my shoe.
I fell on my temperal lobe.
But anyway, I figured it out.

What life is all about.

A hippo told me-
to find the bird with the french fry.
And I did. She said something that made me cry.
But I figured it out!
I finally see- YEAH!
I shouldn't of killed that Owl.
He was the leader of the Mafia.

Equinox

A nightmare, a dream, the hunter, the prey-
Can you feel him approach?
He never comes during the light of day,
But creeps in the dark like a cockroach...
But he appears like the night sky,
though he makes you shrink back-
he will make you run, then make you fly,
on the wings that you lack.
Woe!
He sees your look of fascination clearly.
He is the lion to your doe-
You hate him, but also love him dearly.
Can you feel him under your skin?
Running through your veins,
Drugging you, like heroin,
Like cocaine.
You see him in your mind-
drawn onto the lids of your eyes,
and when you couldn't see him, you pined.
Hoping he would hear your cries,
and come, so you could kill him and end it all.
But only after aquiring his taste in your mouth.
But his death would only make you fall...
His ashes on the wind going South...
Is this love, or rage?
Boring through your soul-
He holds you in his cage,
smiling at your loss of control-
and gasping at the loss of his own.

Day and Night

Her hair is like spun gold.
It taunts me in the corner-
her yellow eyes hold,
While my grey eyes scorn her.
She's the sun, and I the moon-
And everyone can see...
I just make people think twice, but she makes them swoon.
I'm the doornob, but she's the key.
She makes flowers grow, makes the world warm.
I hold onto the tide and watch the monsters play.
She holds onto the breeze, and I the storm.
I am out in the dark sinning, when she is on her knees to pray.
Do not label us good or evil.
We are merely different, twins that turned out opposites.
Why paint us black and white on your easel?
Both of us are brightly lit.
Our worth is almost equal.

Voices

She's such a buffoon!
The voice in my head.
She's such a loon!

What has she said?

Well she mentioned forks.

Dull, pointy, straight to the point.

Kind of like pork.

Oink, oink.

She says she's a butterfly.

With lips as soft as sand.

If I contradict her, she cries.

The other voices think it's grand.

Burn Me Down

 I'm sitting here staring at your window
But you don't live there anymore
But I sit here, even though
Your gravestone chills me to the core
Burn me down, burn me down
The walls are crumbling here
And there's no shelter for me, dear
The place is condemned, burn it down
Burn me down, burn me down
Burn me down to the ground
I've been walking these haunted streets
Just looking for you, the ghost that isn't there
I keep waiting for us to meet
But your abscence strips my soul bare
Burn me down, burn me down
Burn me down to the ground
I can't cry for you, I can't cry for me
I can't cry for your eyes, your smell
I can't cry for us, what we used to be
Because crying would make this real
Burn me down, burn me down
Burn me down to the ground
Just burn me down to the ground

The Cronic Liar

Say cheese, Manwich!
Chemical byproducts dripping down the lens.
Don't blame him!
Poo, poo, sire.
The princess always pretends.
She's a cronic liar.
The pink elephant told her to do it.
After her leg got bitten off by that baboon.
And she fell down that bottomless pit.
But don't worry! She got rescused. By a racoon.
She's never been the same sense.
She lies and lies and doesn't hold back.
She's a loon!
Kind of like Zaboomafoo.
He visits me at tea time.
Although he locks himself in the loo,
He hasn't commited any other crime.
So you see, it wasn't his fault.
The princess made it up!