I had a dream last nite It gave me Quite a fright I dreamt I was with The devil Below In his great big Fiery hall At the devil's ball At the devil's ball At the devil's ball ======= There are times In my life that I don’t Remember at all... ====== Busy busy bees We stay A buzz A buzz A buzz Lose sight Of true horizon Because Because Because... ========= My daddy taught me how to kill a man When I was 12 years old Said it was something That Every girl should know..... ======== I’ve seen the world Through many Eyes I’ve felt the sun And the moonlight Dancing away Beneath open skies I’ve always known, That it was my right... ========= “Whoever duly considers the vulgar management of youth in our grammar-schools , will, perhaps, see cause to wonder , that amidst the noble endeavors for the advancement of learning, a right method of education has been, in a manner, wholly overlooked. Whilst the great men in the Commonwealth of Letters have been busily and successfully employed in improving, and carrying on the several arts and sciences , they have neglected, what was of equal importance—the care of youth “

The Warmth --------------- There was A spark in her eyes At least there used to be when she was young And all those In the general di- rection of her gaze were engulfed She was a fire- Starter all along But when she learned Too much far too young The real fire starting Had begun Arson was her name, Heaven is where she hailed from But she grew up in the frigid Bowels of hell In her family home So she burned it down Just to feel the warmth Just to feel the warmth Just to feel the warmth Just to feel the warmth There was A gleam to his smile Set fire to the loins of those around him There was something you could trust In his eyes Til his daddy killed himself And he found him He was a fire Stained red and unstable Like a nebula sun And when he burned out He vowed to take down Every spark of light that he saw Just to feel the warmth Just to feel the warmth Just to feel the warmth Just to feel the warmth So tread lightly When you're walking around Judging every sight, smell, and sound Tread lightly When you're judging Your friends and your foe What shapes them You may never know Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu, baby doll Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu, baby doll Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu, baby doll What you expect, your life will reflect What you expect, your life will reflect Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu, baby doll Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu, baby doll Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu, baby doll

Parablepsia ---------------- Time beats slowly When you hold me I have pause To contemplate Things Things of meaning Like the moment- Sometimes it is lost On me My mind Moves in many A direction More than latitudinally My mind moves in waves Through generations Of pain and complacency My mind moves in waves Like quadratic equations And matters of Parablepsia -- Everyone I meet these days Seems to suffer from Distorted thoughts and beliefs And what we believe We become We only see what we want Para-Parablepsia Days move swiftly When I'm in these Thoughts Drifting down The River Styx again Shrouded by The fog of time So dark Can't tell where I begin or end And every Moment I'm so blessed with I Concurrently see and feel Images of those I've loved and feared Just like a movie reel I see my grandma cryin at my grandad's violent hands, I see my mama silently suffering, and smiling on command, I see my sister locked in the back of that car And left for dead All cause the boy she trusted Didn't want her to Remember what he did "Boys are gonna be boys" Girls are just "a body" That is what they teach That is what they taught me "Boys are gonna be boys" Girls are just "a body" That is what they teach That is what they taught me But I've Never been good At following rules imposed upon me I've Never been good At following anybody blindly My mind Moves in many a direction No sense of time Dancing through generations Of lies And unsung truths In the daylight I can see right through Para-Parablepsia Para-Parablepsia Time beats slowly When you hold me I have pause to contemplate things Things of meaning, Like the moment- Sometimes it is lost on me

There's a place that I used to know, safe behind my eyelids, now it's grown dark again now it's grown violent People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads they live in all of our heads they live in all of our heads The care of youth is indicative of where we come from what poisons our blood and where it pools The care of youth is predictive of where we're going if we're not careful enough to notice- We're dying to live We're living just to die What the fuck is this? We're dying to live We're living just to die What the fuck is this? There's a place that, I used to know, safe beneath my blanket fort, I learned young how to set a trap for a man who couldn't keep his eyes or hands off where they ought not to have been People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads: My father's father taught him that women were nothing- My father's mother took it- which taught him something, My mother's mother taught her to serve and be unseen- My mother's father taught her to fear her own family- My father's father's father said children were unclean- "best not spare the rod, if they're to grow up Godly!" My father's mother's mother she tended to agree- fed soap to her children, til their insides were shiny! My mother's mother's mother said "serve and be unseen-the man that you marry may be violent and angry; but if you keep your head down and learn to appease, you'll live a long life (yearning to be free)" Well, my mother's father's father- he grew up to be- what my mother's mother's mother's had predicted and feared, and he taught all his namesake's that to love was to be weak, and to fear and be feared were Godly things! Now my father's brother suffers from a heroin addiction, my father's sister suffers suicidal ideation, My mother's brother stockpiles guns and ammunition, my mother's sister suffers from a grand-mal condition my mother's other brother- locked up for life, for the one that he stole, that December night, and all of those before her- he pillaged and defiled like his dear ole daddy taught him back when he was child! (ohhh, ahhh) People say "heaven and hell are places we go when you are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads, they live in all of our heads People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads, People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads, People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads, The care of youth, the care of youth- People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead" I know well (from experience) they live in all of our heads, The care of youth, the care of youth- People say "heaven and hell are places we go when we are dead"--- (Whoever duly considers the vulgar management of youth in our grammar-schools , will, perhaps, see cause to wonder , that amidst the noble endeavors for the advancement of learning, a right method of education has been, in a manner, wholly overlooked. Whilst the great men in the Commonwealth of Letters have been busily and successfully employed in improving, and carrying on the several arts and sciences , they have neglected, what was of equal importance—the care of youth -the care of youth, the care of youth...."