Loneliness fills his heart. The keeper waits for the proper moment to fire up the beacon. It shines like starlight into the pitch sky. His job finished he crams hands in pockets and descends the long stairway taking thoughtful steps. His mind starts to wander and he cannot recall why he does what he does. Reaching the ground floor he performs his tasks and glances at the door. Through a small glass window he spies the majesty of the wide sea rolling into forever. At that moment he feels the numb pain in his soul wither away to nothingness. He knows peace. |
LIFE IS LIFE (1986)
What is life? Is it a cereal that Mikey likes to eat? Is it a magazine with neat covers and informative articles? Is it a board game where you go to college get married, inherit an oil well, and have seven kids, all in the same day? Or is it a state of being with random, meaningless, strange, and stimulating elements such as the words you are presently reading? What is the answer? Hmmm... Could you repeat the question? |
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appear between and betwixt but ain't why was "where" where "when" was when it was as it was? |
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between oblivion and ecstasy on a tightrope not wishing to drop yet tensed by the altitude pattern in reflex leaden lids diffuse to black |
| Gosh we've known Each other for a long, long Time. Don't you think it's About time that we... Well, you know. I'm only Asking because I love You with such passion... ! |
SENSATIONALISM (1988)
| Hooting for those Whuttering, sputtering souls Wearing suit coats or the Wench of the hour on the Wide screen at 5 o'clock. |
| If hourglass sands become as molasses; If wind whips at a slower pace; If waves calm their frantic lapping; If eternity is found in every day... Time is relative to experience; As an hour seems to shorten every day. If the rush of life is somehow erased Is what we lose more than what we gain? |
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