don't paint the roses

bass in your Voice

changes to suit the tender

queen of hearts

Alice found the garden

but she'd like to stay

we don't paint roses, we just play

king of diamonds

you've got them in spades

bring me over to your shade

Do You Have My Key?

The first time

really

hurt

the second time

too

the third seemed

to compound

the fracture

heart poking out of my

chest

now I work hard

to keep people from

seeing it there

crumpled from

my hands pressing it

down

pressing it back in its

hollow compartment

maybe I'll just pull it

out

drop it into a

box

lock it away

I don't know what to

make of

all this new kind

it's overwhelming

its massive

it seems so real

but will I ever find my

trust?

or where I dropped

the key?

Water won't put out a Grease Fire

You may have heard

Orca

Sing

Though

I suppose it would,

nonetheless,

fall

on deaf ears

But you will hear her

cry

She will cry

When she cries she'll think

of you

the Oily Baron

Your riches can't buy water

to protect you from a

grease fire

Riches turn to ditches

tread carefully Oily Baron,

she may never be done with you

She is Matriarch

Heaven grants Her

grace for Revenge

Beware the sea

She was welcome there

her terrain

you are not

may be the place you rot

Swim with the fishes

Sleep with the fishes

Sleepless nights

noise in your ears

no where safe for your kids to play

Now in Heaven

not your heaven

She will exact poetic justice

Fire to your home

Fire to your life

you've curse even your neighbours

you're unbelievably cruel

so is your rule

Setting fire to your path

so you may burn

like an Oily Baron

would burn