If justice is a bird song let us wake up singing.  

 Let us wake up reckless.

Let us wake up broken and bruised from batons.

Let us wake up in love. 

That’s all that separates us from the boot lickers,

All that separates us from war criminals who are too loved up fancy hard by the state.

 We are the box ticker finger licker day jobba’s staring at the clock. 

Staring at the sky

Staring at Occam’s razer. 

The blade that cuts our brain in two.

Phrenology

Surely, we’re humans born of lesser Gods.

with the left side and the right side that still wants to believe that the stars are really their campfires.

We name them all night.

We name them in love.

Beautiful outcasts

We’ll dance against the timeless

Until the last sunrise.

Occam’s razor is a sword

A sword like a phallus, an extension of the will.

How the watery steel shines. 

Carbon and iron.

It shines as brightly as the most broken of souls.

Let our idea’s shine brighter than a Samuri’s sword

Let our ideas be Ronins.

Let them sing loudly.

Let them step out bravely.

Let them be reckless.

Let them be kind

Let us charge at love with war in our hearts.

Let us live to re enchant

Let us live to reinvent

We don’t need an army for we are armed with a river. 

The river reflected the clouds cloaked in the sun.

The light flits in and out,

As the truth flits in and out brighter than a star.

The truth is harder to catch than a falling star.

The truth carries the moon, the goddess, the shining one.  

The fear of truth is blood.

Is that what you told me Saint Patrick, Cromwell or John Major?

Was it the truth that chased the snakes out of Ireland, or was it the blood?

Or were the snakes never there to begin with?

Or are they still there, cloaked in the moonlight, shining like the north star? 

Tell me oh fascists,

Was the osmosis of the crown a reflection of your inadequacy?

Did the lady of the lake really brandish you with a sword?

Tell me oh fascists,

When you stole all the bright and shiny things

And sent us slaves raped and beaten for stealing bread.

Tell me how you only smile when you have blood on your lips.

That’s when you brandish your teeth. 

When this little piggy built his house of bricks

He didn’t know the wolves could walk through walls.

He didn’t know their blood is fire.

The tides turn swine to jewels and pearls to grit   

Loving both the stranger and the strange,

 Loving both the predator and the prey. 

Betrayed I shall still dance with the moon

Betrayer I shall dance with your shadow 

and I’ll control the moon

My body is a building.

 My foundation’s made of fire. 

My foundation is blood.

The moon is my womb.

I fall through the violet mist to try to catch the lighting

To catch a cloud, 

To catch a care in the world  

I’m searching for love like an alcoholic searches for wine.  

Like a bower bird searches for blue.

Like a desert searches for the flight path of a crow

Like a wall searches for something to fear.

Like I search for you

 connected and separate,

controlling so much,

every blink is a choice to hurt or to heal.