Forgive Durden Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Frumious Bandersnatch

She exits her gold chariot

One pump at a time.

Cloaked in her matching pin-striped

Arsenal of next month’s nows.

She grazes through the dark,

Downtown concrete planes.

She sinks a special kill,

A flesh she’s never had before.

A prey who’s blood is rich with love.

I want to sink my teeth into

Skin I can’t see through.

I’ll clench my jaw deep down inside.

Lick my lips hoping to find

A taste of life with you.

Holes freckle her hips.

She’s sick of breaking necks

With designer prints, French tips.

Her shoes as red as lips.

Every meal tastes alike.

I want something I can bite.

Like the tethers of this diet.

Let the shackles fill my cheeks.

Feed these itching jowls.

Flush my painted teeth.

My palate has been cleansed.

I want to sink my teeth into

Skin I can’t see through.

I’ll clench my jaw deep down inside.

Lick my lips hoping to find

A taste of life with you.

Jewels and stones cut so precise.

Held up by a ring.

Catches all glances and looks

Hoping to distract from

The finger to the left

So bare and unfurnished

Named for sporting such hardware.

With dreams cut so precise.

She’s held up by her strings.

She catches all glances and looks

Hoping to find someone who can

Dress her naked hand.

I’ll tear my heart right out

And have you sport it as hardware.

Forgive Durden When It’s Too Late For P.F. Flyers

My knuckles are blistered and scarred

From beating myself up over this.

Outlined in black, backing me down,

With stares to kill, she scans the room.

Brought together by the same thing that’s tearing us apart.

The sun’s your smile (I’m burning alive).

The moon’s your eyes (They’re shutting me out).

The rain’s your kiss (I’m up to my chin).

You’re my world.

I’ll reach for that (I can’t help this).

Which is just out of reach (It was meant to be).

Take the longest way (The end of me).

Go against the grain.

Regardless how I alter my gait,

The finish line is forever one stride away.

But now my walk won’t waiver.

My steps are constant in rhythm and time.

You never hesitate to tear muscle straight from bone.

The sun’s your smile (I’m burning alive).

The moon’s your eyes (They’re shutting me out).

The rain’s your kiss (I’m up to my chin).

You’re my world.

I’ll reach for that (I can’t help this).

Which is just out of reach (It was meant to be).

Take the longest way (The end of me).

Go against the grain.

You knew the story before you turned the page.

I knew the words before they left your lips,

Fired passed your teeth through silence from point blank range.

Should this be salvation?

(You take care of verbs and I’ll worry about adjectives.)

You knew the story before you turned the page.

I knew the words before they left your lips,

Fired passed your teeth through silence from point blank range.

Should this be salvation?

(You take care of verbs and I’ll worry about adjectives.)

You knew the story before you turned the page.

I knew the words before they left your lips,

Fired passed your teeth through silence from point blank range.

Should this be salvation?

(You take care of verbs and I’ll worry about adjectives.)

The sun’s your smile (I’m burning alive).

The moon’s your eyes (They’re shutting me out).

The rain’s your kiss (I’m up to my chin).

You’re my world.

I’ll reach for that (I can’t help this).

Which is just out of reach (It was meant to be).

Take the longest way (The end of me).

Go against the grain

Forgive Durden Life Is Looking Up

Could this be the day I’ve waited for

When all my hard work doesn’t go ignored?

Maybe she was right, the will realize

I can change the world open us their eyes

They know I am more than some eager blood

Not some average bones, I believe in love

I just want to prove I deserve this gift

I will change the world, maybe this is it

I can see it now, all the colors smear

Up and down the page, but the shapes are there

I will build the lamps in the reverie

Then they’ll understand this was meant for me

This is my fate

I can almost hear ’em say

Let the lamps shine

Let em burn so bright

Open all our eyes

Shower us in light

Let the lamps shine

Let em burn so bright

Set the sky ablaze

Fill the night with paint

Smother all the shade flood it through my blood

Breathe it through my lungs

Give us all your love

They know I am more than some eager blood

Not some average bones, I believe in love

I just want to prove I deserve this gift

I will change the world, maybe this is it

I can see it now floating like a dream

Right above my head, perfect symmetry

Lives in harmony, I can see his face

When he sees the lamps, I can hear ’em say

Let the lamps shine

Let em burn so bright

Open all our eyes

Shower us in light

Let the lamps shine

Let em burn so bright

Set the sky ablaze

Fill the night with paint

Smother all the shade flood it through my blood

Breathe it through my lungs

Give us all your love

Dream with your eyes closed

Try and pluck the pearls from your bones

All the plans pirouette right through my mind become set

The lines become definite, glowing hues fill this vignette

Tall and proud, the lamps will stand built from these two very hands

No one will be able to deny my skill our love for you

Dream with your eyes closed

Try and pluck the pearls from your bones

Let the lamps shine

Open all our eyes

Shower us in light

Let the lamps shine

Let em burn so bright

Set the sky ablaze

Fill the night with paint

Smother all the shade flood it through my blood

Breathe it through my lungs

Give us all your love

You can’t change me

You can’t hide me

[Narrator:]

“The vision of the world had been realized

But the sculpture of the Earth was looked upon by jealous eyes

Ahrima refused to relent, he demanded to be heard

‘Let my unique deft hands be known’ he asserted

But even this brash avowel was met in return by no mouth full

O simply just smiled

So defeated and galled, Ahrima headed for the darkness

No one seemed to understand

Only the shadows would hearken

He sat in peace but on his shoulder, at rest,

Perched a dainty brownish spider named Barayas”

Forgive Durden I’m A Sucker For Fakes

I’ll classify every word out of your lips

As a lie until you’re lying

Beneath the dirt and the soil

Hailed as the king of deceivers and cheats.

You’ve got a lot to learn.

More best friends to burn.

More malignant lies to conjure.

I’m down and out for now,

But until the day you die,

I will haunt your dreams.

When you decide to paint your white picket fence,

Be sure to use the purest his money can buy.

With every stroke, brush over the past,

And smother the true grain of your tainted life.

You’ve got more guts to churn.

An eternity to burn.

You’re about as innocent as cancer.

I’m down and out for now,

But until the day you die,

I will haunt your dreams.

I hope your breathing doesn’t come easy.

I pray to God I’m all you dream.

I hope you feel my touch.

Hear my voice.

Taste my lips with every sip of noise.

Save your tears.

Don’t apoligize.

All you’ll hear is good-bye

Until you’re a memory.

Forgive Durden A Thousand Year, Minute-Long Intermission

Place your head on mine.

Untie your mind.

Let your bloated brain

Balloon and float away.

(Float away…)

Wet the end of the thread,

Thimble upon your index,

Feed the line through inside,

Draw it from the other side…

Pull the strand to satisfy

The need to compose

This entire naive glow.

(Set the needle…)

Set the needle on its path,

Bobbing up and down and past.

Tears and seams all turned to one.

Every stitch and each spool spun.

Forgive Durden I Am A Heart, Watson. The Rest Of Me Is Mere Appendix

Splintered soles and cracked rungs

Soaking flames and black lungs

Climbing only brings me closer to drowning

Effort only speeds burning embers to rain down

This ocean’s waves crash up against the varnished sides of the hull

Whose walls securely insulate my heart from the swells

But these, these tides persist

Rust grows by the inch

Corrosion turns to decay

This ship’s tired and old

Can’t take much more of the cold before it breaks like glass

I’ve been drawn and quartered

My limbs anchored to spirited steeds who tear with opposite speeds

I’ve had my turn, I’ve crashed, I’ve burned

Through catastrophe, it’s been right here in front of me

This is of epic proportions, the essence of enlightenment

This is a divination which I alone am privy to

My fears have been suffocated by vindication

My vessel’s bow has detected your beacons along the shore

I’ve been drawn and quartered

My limbs anchored to spirited steeds who tear with opposite speeds

I’ve had my turn, I’ve crashed, I’ve burned

Through catastrophe, it’s been right here in front of me

So I will grab my pale, and drag my shovel across the ground

But I’m not striding coasts, building sand castles and moats

I’m off to dig my own grave

No service is needed, no eulogy here

All I need’s this final resting place

So build me a tombstone

Engrave it by hand with “The Boy Who Mishandled Your Heart.”

My last goodbyes are to those who’ll soon eat my insides

I’ve been drawn and quartered

My limbs anchored to spirited steeds who tear with opposite speeds

I’ve had my turn, I’ve crashed, I’ve burned

Through catastrophe, you’ve been right here in front of me

Forgive Durden The Great Affair Is To Move

I’m a new drug whose trafficked

Through far and distant lands.

I’ll pump through these

Twisted blood streams

To every corner of your body.

Despite all maps and borders,

And all wars and globes,

I’ve been led to uncharted lands.

Forget your compass and scars,

This world will tear you apart.

I’m a newborn taking my first steps.

Eyes bloated like beach balls,

They’ll surely pop.

Pop!

All day I shit and eat.

All night I crawl and sleep.

My rattle shakes.

My crib awaits.

But paved ivy’s my home.

Despite all maps and borders,

And all wars and globes,

I’ve been led to uncharted lands.

Forget your compass and scars,

This world will tear you apart.

You close your eyes to dream.

I steer and strum towards mine.

Would you believe the gall

This universe so proudly breeds?

I could abandon my coast

For the opposite edge of the coast.

I could vanish to the vast cavities of space.

But one brute’s consistency will forever remain,

My endless potential for pain.

Forgive Durden Genesis

[Narrator:]

This is the beginning and the end. The rise and the fall.

Our gait will begin its saunter at the source, when the infant learns to crawl.

Place your hand on mine.

Untie your mind.

Let your bloated brain balloon and float away.

Wet the end of the thread.

Thimble upon your index.

Set the needle on its path,

Bobbing up and down and past.

Tears and seams all turn to one

With every stitch and each spool spun.

Feed the line through its eye.

Draw it from the other side.

Pull the strand to satisfy.

The need to compose.

The genetic map.

The scientific gap.

The detailed blueprints.

Swept away under carpets.

All we did was thread the eye

Of the silver splinter.

We simply planted the seed

And nursed it through the winter.

The rest is up to you and what you’ll do.

To learn and love and laugh

Until the cycle circles back

I’ll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage

Divide and disappear. And see you in the mirror.

I’m a slave to the night.

[Narrator:]

O the Scientist was the author and the architect.

The angels were His ink slingers, His actors and actresses.

His two purest talents were Ahrima and Nidria, two destined hearts,

Bound by the same idea; the unrelenting constancy of love and hope

Can rescue and restore you from any scope.

In her, Ahrima confided his curbing frustration.

His gifts had been exhausted.

Oh, how they’d misused them.

She averted his passion and eased his blood.

And so he confessed it to her, he had fallen in love.

A slave to your eyes.

Forgive Durden A Dead Person Breathed On Me!

I’ve got shovels for my hands.

Anchors for my legs.

Wings jut out my shoulder blades.

I can go anywehre.

But I can’t go anywhre.

I’m trapped in a mirror.

And you’re certainly no hammer.

Like the fiery sun,

Whose touch nothing outruns

But the craters of the artic moon,

My burning eyes are after you.

So add another notch.

In your painted town I’ll rot.

As another nameless block.

What’s learned won’t quickly be forgot.

Forgive Durden I’ve Got A Witch Mad At Me And You Could Get Into Trouble

Consider this your fair warning.

There’s no turning back now.

You’re leaving your

Blanket of cleansed gospel

For the smut of vicious truth.

You won’t need your own wool coat

Because out there the sun beats through.

So interlock your fingers with mine

And squeeze tight.

Stay close behind.

We haven’t much time

So I’ll cut to the quick.

We’ll burn the midnight oil.

The sun will peek into our windows

And be surprised to find empty beds,

Walls naked, our closets stripped

Of all its threads.

We will awake in a new world.

Our own island.

This floating mass.

A jagged slab.

Where bulbs burn for us until the end.

When dawn arrives

We’ll be ten drinks deep.

If we can fight off turning horizontal,

We’ll explore our new home

And find similarities at every turn.

No matter how far we go

It’s all a fragment of a whole.

Even it all locks are keyed

Or calloused become our feet.

No matter how far we go

There’s no escaping the glow.

We’ll take our seats at the throne.

Wonderland is now our home.