Piece By Piece

I found these plastic parts and wires. Let's split me open at the seams. And rip out everything inside. Make room for all these new machines. . Sew me up and pray that I survive.

Probation Blues

No amount of talk. Could cover up. What I had hiding in my trunk. Oh, baby, it will bring you down. No, I ain't sorry for what I did. 'Cause for them it's more of a business.

Poem Party

she bowed to what was happening. i felt like bowing. so we both did. and the people knew they were being. bowed to. and so did the room. even the dog frankie had an idea.

Perfect World

All alone the ballerina dances before my eyes. She turns her head away but as the music plays she cries. If only I could make her see this prison that is keeping me.

Paralyzed

I've opened all the doors. And I've looked at what's inside. To many choices when will. All these voices die-ie. . Whatever brought me here. So tattered and so torn.

Pull

It's like a brand into your skinlost in a world you don't fit in. You can't remove this fear from you. And now I'm praying to God: "Please tell me, what can I do ?".

Pay Your Enemy

Your face was never missed. You cleverness and cunning words did not exist. Bitter bleak, you're fuckin' weak. You know you don't deserve a thing. . You fight for pride to save your name.

Page Avenue

I still recall every summer night. Like it was yesterday. The time would never end. And my friends were family. Nothing mattered more. Than the loyalty we had.

Peacemaker

I write you a letter to purge my angry soul. But the fury, it grows deeper than the skin upon my bones. New voices ring, as I breathe anew. But I stumble back in time.

Pretty Girl

You think I'm a pretty girl. pretty pretty pretty girl. . you think I'm a pretty girl. pretty pretty pretty girl. . you think you have figured me out?.

Pumpkinseed Teeth, Seaweed Antlers

Punching Holes In The Sky

Peel away the morning sky. Place it in a jar. I'll collect it when I die. Sliding from a star. And down though the clouds. . Strip away the mystery. Lash out at the night.

Prisoner Of Stardom

She's a Prisoner of Stardom. She's unhappy with success. 'Cause it isn't what she pictured it to be. Though she's made a lot of money. And a lot of famous friends.

Poor Boy

VERSE. He's always alone, wrapped up in his plight. With his hands in his pockets he's walkin' in the night. With his dark eyes lookin', he's a poor boy.

Planet Earth Song

VERSE. Down Silver Avenue in rain and mist. You're lookin' for Easy Street which don't exist. And count the years, yes, and count the years. You smash the mirrored walls and you cut your fist.

Puncture In The Radax Permutation

Lonely walker humanoid. Listening to forgotten sounds. Tasting smells and colors. Hiking mounts, crossing rivers. . Humble biped, you've come undone. You detached, the mechanical.

Prisoner Of Mars

Searching news ways of laughing. Ones whereby one could express and transform. All the shattering, all the gratuitous. The burdens of guilt growing these new ways.

Pop Quiz

Ways of doing and work. Definition of truth. Sexual regulations. Language allowed/forbidden. With enthusiasm dying. For your country. The imaginary, is bounding reality.

Ping Pong

It's alright, 'cause the historical pattern has shown. How the economical cycle tends to revolve. In a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop.

Perversion

In our christian society. There's something wrong with having pleasure. Pleasure more precisely is called sin. Therefore our well thinking citizens. Have decided it was best to hide, deny pleasures (such as sex, drugs).