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• The King Beetle On A Coconut Estate - Mewithoutyou
• The Fox The Crow And The Cookie - Mewithoutyou
• Yellow Spider - Mewithoutyou
• Wolf Am I! (And Shadow) - Mewithoutyou
• We Know Who Our Enemies Are - Mewithoutyou
• The Ghost - Mewithoutyou
• Torches Together - Mewithoutyou
• Timothy Hay - Mewithoutyou
• Tie Me Up! Untie Me! - Mewithoutyou
• The Sun And The Moon - Mewithoutyou
• The Soviet - Mewithoutyou
• The Dryness And The Rain - Mewithoutyou
• The Cure For Pain - Mewithoutyou
• The Angel Of Death Came To David's Room - Mewithoutyou
• Sweater Poorly Knit - Mewithoutyou
• Son Of A Widow - Mewithoutyou
• Silencer - Mewithoutyou
• Seven Sisters - Mewithoutyou
• Paper Hanger - Mewithoutyou
• Orange Spider - Mewithoutyou
• O, Porcupine - Mewithoutyou
• Dying Is Strange And Hard - Mewithoutyou
• Nine Stories - Mewithoutyou
• Nice And Blue (Pt. Two) - Mewithoutyou
• Nice And Blue - Mewithoutyou
• My Exit, Unfair - Mewithoutyou
• Disaster Tourism - Mewithoutyou
• Messes Of Men - Mewithoutyou
• Leaf - Mewithoutyou
• January 1979 - Mewithoutyou
• In A Sweater, Poorly Knit - Mewithoutyou
• In A Market Dimly Lit - Mewithoutyou
• I Never Said That I Was Brave - Mewithoutyou
• Grist For The Malady Mill - Mewithoutyou
• Goodbye I! - Mewithoutyou
• Gentlemen - Mewithoutyou
• Fox's Dream Of The Log Flume - Mewithoutyou
• Four Word Letter (Pt. Two) - Mewithoutyou
• Flamethrower - Mewithoutyou
• Fiji Mermaid - Mewithoutyou
• Fig With A Bellyache - Mewithoutyou
• February 1878 - Mewithoutyou
• Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt - Mewithoutyou
• Every Thought A Thought Of You - Mewithoutyou
• Elephant In The Dock - Mewithoutyou
• East Enders Wives - Mewithoutyou
• Cattail Down - Mewithoutyou
• Carousels - Mewithoutyou
• Cardiff Giant - Mewithoutyou
• C-Minor - Mewithoutyou

As the moon rose and the hour grew late,
The day-help on the coconut estate
Raked up the dried leaves that fell dead from the trees
Which they burned in a pile by the lake.
The beetle king summoned his men
And from the top of the rhododendron stem
"Calling all volunteers who can carry back here,
The great mystery's been lit once again."
One beetle emerged from the crowd
In a fashionable abdomen shroud.
Said, "I'm a professor, see, that's no mystery to me,
I'll be back soon successful and proud."
But when the beetle professor returned,
He crawled on all six as his wings had been burned
And described to the finest detail all he'd learned
There was neither a light, nor a heat in his words
The deeply dissatisfied king
Climbed the same stem to announce the same thing
But in his second appeal sought to sweeten the deal
With a silver padparadscha ring.
The lieutenant stepped out from the line
As he lassoed his thorax with twine
Thinking, "i'm stronger and braver and I'll earn the
king's favor.
One day all he has will be mine."
But for all the lieutenant's conceit,
He too returned singed and admitting defeat.
"I had no choice, please believe, but retreat
It was bright as the sun, but with ten times the heat
And it cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes
Though smothered with sticks, it advanced undeterred
Carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky, my lord,
Like a flock of dark vanishing birds."
The beetle king slammed down his fist
"your flowery descriptions no better than his!
We sent for the great light and you bring us this!
We didn't ask what it seems like, we asked what it is!"
His majesty's hour at last is drawn nigh
The elegant queen took her leave from his side
Without understanding, but without asking why
Gathered their kids to come bid their goodbyes
And the father explained, "you've been somewhat
deceived,
We've all called me your dad, but your true dad's not
I laid next to your mom and your forms were conceived
Your Father's the light within all that you see.
He fills up the ponds as he empties the clouds
Holds without hands, and he speaks without sounds.
He provides us with the cow's waste and coconuts to eat
Giving one that nice salt taste, and the other is
sweet.
Sends the black carriage the day death shows its face
Thinning our numbers with kindness and grace
And just as a flower and its fragrance are one,
So must each of you and your Father become.
Now distribute my scepter, my crown, and my throne
And all we've known as wealth to the poor and alone
Without further hesitation, without looking back home,
The king flew headlong into the blazing unknown.
And as the smoke king curled higher and higher
The troops flying loops round the telephone wires
They said, "our beloved's not dead, but his highness
instead,
Has been utterly changed into fire."

Through mostly vacant streets,
A baker form the out-skirts of his town,
Earned his living pedaling sweets from a ragged cart he
dragged around.
The clever fox crept close behind,
Kept an ever watchful eye,
For a chance to steal a ginger spice cake,
Or a boysenberry pie.
Looking down was the hungry crow:
'When the time is right, I'll strike,
And condescend to the earth below
And take whichever treat I'd like.'
The moment the baker turned around
To shoo the fox off from his cart,
The crow swooped down,
And snatched a short bread cookie and a German
chocolate tart.
Using most unfriendly words,
That the village children had not yet heard,
The baker shouted threats by canzonet to curse the
crafty bird.
You rotten wooden mixing spoon,
Why you midnight winged raccoon,
You better bring those pastries back you no good burnt-
black macaroon.
The fox approached the tree
Where the bird was perched, delighted in his nest.
'Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
It's your old friend Fox with a humble request.
If you could share just a modest piece,
Seeing as I distracted that awful man.'
This failed to persuade the crow,
And even so,
The fox rethought his plan.
'Then if your lovely song would grace my ears,
Or to even to hear you speak,
Would ease my pains and fears!'
The crow looked down, with a candy in his beak.
'Your poems of wisdoms, if I could crow'
What a paradise they bring!'
This flattery pleased the proud bird so,
He opened his mouth and began to sing:
'Your subtle acclimation's true,
Best to give praise where praise is due.
Every rook and jay in the Corvidae's been raving about
me too.
They admire me, one and all,
'Must be the passion in my ca,
My slender bill known throughout the escadrille,
My fierce commanding claw!'
I've got a walnut brownie brain,
And molasses in my veins,
Crushed the graham cracker crust,
My powdered sugared funnel cake cocaine.
Let the crescent cookie rise,
These carum colored almond eyes,
Would rest to see my cashewed princess,
In the swirling marble sky.
Would rest upon my knee,
Where all of the visions cease to be,
A root-beer float,
In our banana boat,
Across the tapioca sea,
When letting all attachments go,
Is the only prayer we know,
May it be so,
May it be so,
May it be so,

we took the twine we used to use
to tie up tight our tattered shoes
twisted twigs and crooked cross
a necklace for the deeply lost
Builder with the broken bricks
Mother to the baby chicks
You made this world to look so nice
I wonder what the next one's like?
yellow spider,
yellow leaf

It's the smell of hot summertime trash,
it's the city noise of a busy street
it's a train derailed and two car head on freeway crash
each time we meet
"and if it comes as some sort of surprise," she said
"that I seem so composed,
I've kept this moment closer to my eyes," she said,
"than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose."
shadow am I!
a question of a person, no said reply
wolf am I!
and shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by
shadow am I, or like a
wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks
wolf am I, and shadow.
she was grace and green as a stem,
but I walk heavy on delicate ground
(((...as I go showing off again,self impressed by how well I can put myself down!!
and then go again, to the next further removed level
of that same exact feigned humility!!!)))
[this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea]
shadow am I!
like suspicion that's never confirmed
but it's never denied
Wolf am I!
(((no, "shadow" I think is better,
as I'm not so much something as the absence of something)))
So SHADOW AM I!
the material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-
it explicitly demands your attention
and it may even contain some truth
and what's really going on here?
one day the water's gonna wash it away

Save my skin, I need a medic
Hold me down, I'm only sewn down.
Save my teeth, show me you meant it
Catch my death, I'm only sewn together.
My eyelids are heavy, and the night's wearing on
Your story's familiar, and your innocence is gone
We'd burn like the morning then break like your heart
Fall in love without warning just to fall back apart
All fevered and blistered, with nothing at stake
I feel the warmth of her whisper, and the cold of my mistakes
Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands

I'll lie down for the last time
and fall far, Ill fall well away from her
And I insist that I'll be dearly missed
(please, say never)
I'll pour down like water
and In between the sky and doubt
we talked about 'forever'
all our other useless words.
Until I say "in his silent sound was the
peace I found" but she hides behind
her eyelids. and I feel the breath from
her nose on my neck as it blows by
the warmth passes me (like her love did)
"But a tree once cut down
came up new from the ground"
and she smiles a lie, "that may very well be,"
she replies "and so it goes,
it's the devil, I suppose but it doesnt matter much to me."
Put music to our troubles
and we'll dance them away.
From my left eye flow tears of joy
and sorrow from my right.
"You might seem too strong to surrender,
boy, but you're far too frail to fight."
That old dull pain beats in my brain
and falls down my back into every limb-
And its more of the same
as the warmth that I seem to lack,

Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl.
Under a lampshade or on the shelf
Beside the bed where at night
You lay turning like a door on it's hinges?
(First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again)
Why burn poor and lonely?
Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building.
We'll cut into shape & set into place or you'd rather be a window,
I'll gladly be the frame reflecting any kind of words.
We'll let in all the blame
(And ruin our reputation all the same)
Never mind out plan making,
We'll start living......anyway,
Aren't you unbearably sad?
Then why burn so poor and lonely?
We'll be like torches
we'll be like torches
We'll be torches together! torches together
well be like torches
we'll be like torches
With whatever respect, our tattered Dignity demands
Torches together, hand in hand
Why pluck one string - What good is just one note?
Oh, one string sounds fine i guess....We were once 'One Note',
We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain
(What light and momentary pain!)
So why this safe distance, this curious look?
Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?
Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?
Strum the guitar!
strum the guitar!
strum the guitar!
With no beginning, with no end
Take down a guitar and strum the guitar
strum the the guitar if you're afraid,
And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid
And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore
You played the flute but no one was dancing
You sang a sad song but none of us(x4)

On a cold December, just before dawn
As the sun said "hello" to the sky
The mantis prayed while the lamellicorn tumbled
And rolled in a threadbare tie
The Holland lops in the Callicoon glades indignantly
thumped their feet
And hopped away when they cut their noses on the sharp-
tipped blades
(Since the grass doesn't mind in the least)
The heat pad waiting in the chicken-wire hutch where
the does from the Netherlands stay
But that dry alfalfa don't taste like much and we're
tired of the timothy hay
(hey)
I touched her back, she was lying face down
The dew turned to frost in her eyes
Me and sister Margaret in the pentagon lawn
With our wrists in a plastic tie
While the rats by the tracks on these winter days
Seeking shelter from the cold
Make a nest in the traps of our various ways
That they can save their immortal souls
Oh no, timothy hay
Oh no, timothy hay
Oh no, timothy hay
Oh no, timothy hay
Oh no, timothy hay
Oh no, timothy hay
Please no more timothy hay
No more timothy hay
Oh no, no more timothy hay
Oh no, no more timothy hay
Oh no, no more timothy hay
No more timothy hay
Cold December, just after dusk
As the sun bid its cordial goodbyes
We get splits of pieces like an apple seed husk
To reveal the tree that's been hidden inside
We're a sapling caught in a tattered sirah
At the seams from the shepherd's purse-belt
Broke the news to mom: we found a better Mom
We call "G-d" (which she took quite well)
What a beautiful G-d, what a beautiful G-d, what a
beautiful G-d there must be!
What a beautiful G-d, what a beautiful G-d, what a
beautiful G-d there must be!
What a beautiful G-d, what a beautiful G-d, what a
beautiful G-d there must be!
What a beautiful G-d, what a beautiful G-d, what a

I was looking at the leaves
Climbing to the tops of the trees
But you were nowhere to be found,
Just beneath all the green
You were buried like a little seed
(Among the roots and underground,)
I was licking at the leaves
But I was in short sleeves and you.
You were like some sickness that I caught.
My sweetheart moved away,
Swept off like garbage in the alleyway
(I need more grace than I thought.)
Brother, I'm far
brother im far way
brother away from everything good!(x2)
She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head
And like a needle she leads me
Well, I follow like thread
Tie me up!
Untie me!
All this wishing I was dead is getting old... is getting old
It goes on but it's old.
I was swimming through the waves
For what must have been days
But could find no relief,
When I started sinking down
I thought for certain I would drown
Until I saw you in the ocean underneath
All the bright colored fish
Tell of a treasure in a dull shell,
"Such subtlety, so easily missed!"
You, my hidden pearl of pure and perfect love
And I'm the living example of 100 percent the opposite of this,
If I ask the same questions (now o know i ask the same question)(x2)
Well maybe I repeat myself from time to time,
But it's because everyone who answers me is a liar.
She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head
And like a needle she leads me
Well, I follow like thread
But you untied me - didn't you untie me, Lord?
And now I haven't even thought about

Daniel broke the king's decree,
Peter stepped from the ship to the sea
there was hope for Job like a cut down tree,
I hope that there's such hope for me
dust be on my mind's conceptions
and anything I thought I knew
each word of my lips' description,
and on all that I compare to You
[the preference of the sun was
to the south side of the farm
I planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot
blind as I'd become, I used to wonder where you are-
these days I can't find where you're not!]
mine's been a yard carefully surgace level tended
foxes burrowed underground
my gardening so highly self-recommended,
what could I have done but let you down?
the sun and the moon,
I want to see both worlds as One!
mine's been a vivid story, dimly remembered
and by the hundredth time it's told, halfway true
of bad behavior well engendered
what good is each good thing we think we do?
[find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart
tell them whatever you're most ashamed of-
our parents have made so many mistakes,
but may we forgive them and forgive ourselves]

God is love and love is real,
but the dead are dancing with the dead
and though all that's charming disappears
all things lovely only hurt my head
as I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers' ends
and wrap them up in boxes,
safe from windows, from things that break,
as the night-time shined like day it saw my sorry face,
hair a mess but it liked me best that way
(Besides, how else could I confess?
When I looked down like if to pray,
well I was looking down her dress...)
Good God, please!
Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard - The little foxes.
Turn your ear, musician, to silence because they only come out when it's quiet,
their tails brushing over your eyelids
Wake up, sleeper, and rise from the dead!
Or the fur that they shed will cover your bed in a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red,
ah, I don't need this!
I have my loves, I have my doubts.

first came a strong wind,
ripping off rooftops like bottlecaps
and bending lampposts down to the ground
then came a thunder shattering my windows
but you were not that strong wind or that might sound
that left the barn in shambles, the rabbit hutch in ruins
the split-rail fence splintered and the curtains torn,
all the cows out from the pastures trampling on the pumpkins
and the horses from their stables ambling in the corn
Isa ruhu-lah 'alaihis-salat was-salam
I've flown unnoticed just behind you like an insect
and I've watched you like a falcon from a distance as you passed
then swooped down to be nearer to the traces of your footsteps
to pick the fallen grain from the dirt beneath the crooked grass
and I'm gonna take that grain and I'm gonna crush it all together
into the flour of a bread as small and simple and sincere
as when the dryness and the rain finally drink from one another
the gentle cup of mutual surrender tears
A fish swims through the sea,
while the sea is in a certain sense
contained within the fish!
Ah, what am I to think
of what the writing of a thousand lifetimes
could not explain
if all the forest trees were pens
and all the oceans ink?
nastagh-firuka ya Hokan
ya Dhal-Jalah wal-Ikram
Isa ruhu-lah 'alaihis-salat was-salam
ya Halim, ya Qahhar
ya Muntaqim, ya Ghaffar!

The cure for pain is in the pain,
so it's there that you'll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
"Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly."
Let me be, let me be..
Lowered down like a casket
and buried just below her chest.
"Whatever I was searching for,
it was never you," she says.
The record ended long ago,
we go on dancing nonetheless.
I opened like a locket,
"If you're ever cold," I wrote,
"there's warmth inside me.
I'm the pocket of an old winter coat."
But where she used to say "I need you."
Now...."I don't."
You'd only make the softest sound,
like sugar pouring into tea.
Darling let your Self pour down
and dissolve into the Love
who revealed himself there quietly to me...

the angel of death came to david's room
the angel of death came to david's room
the angel of death came to david's room
he said, "friend, it's time to go"'
angel, no, i think you've come too soon
angel, no, i think you've come too soon
angel, no, i think you've come too soon
it's not my time to go
sorry friend, now put your hand in mine
i'm sorry friend, now put your hand in mine
but good angel, don't i get a warning sign
before it's my time to go?
come now david, where's your grandma gone?
come now david, where's your grandpa gone?
come now david, where's your grandma gone?
their time came to go
but i slew goliath with the sling and stone
i slew goliath with the sling and stone
i slew goliath with the sling and stone
it's not my time to go
he'll be waiting for you when we get back home
he'll be waiting for you when we get back home
he'll be waiting for you when we get back home
it's time, it's time to go
come now david, where's your momma gone?
come now david, where've your uncles gone?
come now david, where've your aunts all gone?
their time came to go
can i tell solomon the things i've learned?
can i tell solomon the things i've learned?
i'm sorry, friend, that's none of my concern
it's time, it's time to go
come now david where's uriah gone?
stranded on the battlefield,
the troops withdrawn
come now david, where's uriah gone?
his time came to go
come now david, where's bathsheba gone?
and where've your binoculars and rooftop gone?
the unexpected baby from the bath night gone?
their time came to go

in a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
little moses drifts downstream in the Nile
a fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft
your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between
sweet rhan any wine and bitter as mustard greens
light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!
as you plow some other field try and forget my name
see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas but by the first week of July
they should have come up to my knees
but they were maybe ankle high
take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns
and boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars
but now the books are overdueand the goats are underfed
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!
you're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since.
if she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun
like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one
or if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed
if I come without a thing, then I come with all I need
no boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head,
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!
exist
only

I'll ring your doorbell
Until you let me in
And I can no longer tell
Where 'you' end and 'I' begin
Grape on the vine
We've been alone a long time
Grape on the vine
Why not be crushed to make wine?
Pay no attention to me
Dancing with my girl
We have every intention to be
Failures in this world
Grape on the vine
We've been alone a long time
Grape on the vine
Why not be crushed to make wine?
Six of my closest friends
Will dig up the ground
All my accomplishments
Gently lowered down
Grape on the vine
We've been alone a long time
Grape on the vine
Why not be crushed to make wine?
(All is the same to the souls of those so much resigned)
The son of the widow
You raised from the dead
Where did his soul go

Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she said,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.
How long, My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you'll hear her call