God. Alone.

I don't bow before your little-big idols, 

I don't bend my knees at your houses of the holy.

For my God isn't there in your ivory towers

My God doesn't live in golden cages. 

My God sleeps every night on the streets,

with only rags & the open sky as cover.

My God is slaughtered by the same hands

that should have been her saving grace.

My God walks in the shadows, alone,

speaks of things that no one should hear or know.

My God sits alone at evening's window,

waiting for the end to come.

An end that he forgot to write, 

Yet my God is the God of hope.

Lonesome Tears

What will happen to our song when we are gone?
Will it be sung, down some lonely road
by lonesome travelers, looking for some hope?
Or will it drift into the air,
melt into a hidden layer of the atmosphere
Wake us up with a sudden whisper on a winter morn
Wake up to find it's forever gone.
Or maybe it will still be sung
like never belonged to us at all
Be someone else's story, someone else's rhyme
Till their tale is lost to the sands of time
or destiny.
Like ours was.

Confuse The Blues

I’m hangin’ around the sweetest sound
I live for the greed in a sad old town
Waiting for daylight to shine and bring me down…

You light a cigar in your brand new car
The day you die, I’ll swim so far
The anti depressants don’t have it so damn hard…

I’m looking for you and I want you now
With morning hangover and a dressing gown
Waiting for optics to remind me of a circus clown…

I work on the music that makes you sad
I break the all people who make me bad
I’m hanging around with a guitar I never had…

Gonna kill you here, wanna love you now…
Gonna build your fears, wanna bring you down…
Gonna drink your tears, wanna feel so proud…
Gonna kill you here, wanna love you now.

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Give me one question...
And I will find you a thousand problems that
need to be attended to first,
A thousand ways to get around it,
The fear, the sorrow, the nakedness
of it all. The empty space left behind
you can fill with entertainment
Freak shows with people half alive
Throw stones at helpless children
Trapped in the cages of imagination.

Give me one life...
And i will find you a thousand ways to avoid
looking things in the eye
The safety, the bliss, the hedonism
of it all. And there will be no spaces
left to fill with embarrassment
Only happy couples holding hands
making love beneath a canopy of lives passed over
Caught in the web of revelations.

Instituiton

Should I die just to surrender
Coz I’m feeling kind of deranged.
And I want you to remember
The razor blade cuts through the pain..
Do you want it?
Do you want to know how good it feels
Coz I’m on it
To tell you that the wounds will never heal, never heal, never heal…..

Turn the clock back to zero hour
Back into the clutches of your weakest power
Turn the clock back to zero hour, yeah..
You should
Turn the clock back to zero hour
Sucking on your thumb and sniffing on a flower
Turn the clock back to zero hour, yeah…

There are faces among us
Which tell us how to feel okay.
There are contracts within my soul
Which bind me down, tell me what to be today.
Do you want it?
Do you want to judge me by my name?
Coz I’m on it
Can’t you see I’m making a big mistake,mistake,mistake…

Copyright: Crystal Grass & Bodhi

Incoherence

This moment in time would last
as long as my eyes are open, once closed
it shall disperse like incense smoke into summer rain.
And though I search
It shall never be again, even if it does
only not the same.

Secret fairies & unicorns shall
unchain me again, feed my magical teardrops
to your infinite hollow.
You...
Keeper of Little Children's Dreams,
Wizard of Sorrow.
Bearer of Names written on the Sand.

There are madwomen pulling at my
waxy fingers, deathly shade of pale.
Friendly bright piranhas nip at my feet and
drag me down the stream to the
Whirlpool Black Hole
the way to my
Private Universe.

It annihilates all things that
dare to pass through.
All Dreams.
Secret Hopes,
And Last Resorts.
This is the last of the very last I had.

Yet the absence of light
and thus all things that can't be seen
beckons.
I go with the hope of
Metamorphosis
or Nothingness...
The same thing,
only different names.

Shades of Black

Slowly I wave behind the shadows
Softly I breathe in the flames
Basking in the city nights of wonder and disgrace
Gently I drift to another place….
Just when the bloodshed is washed by the rain,
Religion sees morning again…

I progress with mankind in haste
I love you but love goes to waste
Walking in a stormy night with a pack of cigarettes
I flush down my deepest regrets…
Just when I think I will survive the pain,
Establishment rapes me again…

Why the lies?
Sometimes I try
To believe in the forces of freedom and peace
Emotions were never released….
Who knows which day it will end?
Who knows which colour will blend?
What is the answer to life while the city cries
Silently decaying away?

Just when I feel that truth will reveal,
Daylight is no more so real…