I Cannot See The End My Friend...

He'd been praying
for a pot of gold
while speeding along
some rainbow-ride
frantically searching
not to mine or to refine
when broken-down he cried
I Cannot See The End
again and again repeated my friend
I Cannot See The End My Friend
I Cannot See The End

Then he took to the road
freshly paved for some parade
and followed after all the lost
that marched to cadence calls
which directed without direction
until dizzied and drained he decried
I Cannot See The End
again and again repeated my friend
I Cannot See The End My Friend
I Cannot See The End

On and on like this
he jumped from mean to mean
that he'd justified by some end
but what end I've never known
though I'd often asked or told him
I Cannot See The End
again and again I'd told my friend
I Cannot See The End My Friend
I Cannot See The End

He'd even had a brush with death
A broad-stroke cloistered experience
involving a blinding light and tunnel
but after he'd revived and recounted it
he recanted the light and sighed
I could not see the end my friend
again and again he said until he'd died
I could not see the end my friend
I could not see the end

Lighthouses (Or Something About A Man From Nantucket)...

Ancient lights from far away did shine
and lighthouses did warn of woeful shores
while surveying sailors would blindly opine
that this was no cause to reverse the oars

The pirate-captain saw the tower
Light found his unpatched-eye and struck it
Then silver-tongued, he spoke hour after hour
musing his crew with jokes of how that tower
had reminded him of a man from Nantucket...

A shipwreck-saloon
now stands on the sands
where survivors are marooned

Monotonous dub-step
washes over the stranded shore
drowning-out the warning-waves
as strobe-lights pulse from vacant towers
blinding the dark and stagnant-sea

These shipwrecked-sounds
just as the siren-songs of lore
urge mariners in mass toward graves
with lyrics lamenting their murky powers
to obscure what knights could see

Sea-legs stumble upon a dance-floor/shore
as raiders scavenge for whatever booty
they can sneak out the tavern doors
while others give their last gold nugget
to be entertained by the local who-ares
that knew something about a man from Nantucket...

In a lighthouse made dim forevermore
performs a clown with this cheap old puppet
that makes castaway crowds below him roar
He drinks and the dummy sings a sordid score
or something about a man from Nantucket...

Time's Gone By...

Time's gone by, and it's sung again
as times continue leaving still
Where in these times have I've been,
and in those left to me where will...

Yesterday's one greedy shadow
and Tomorrow is anorexia today
They shred and starve times that go,
and ruin the feast of present day

There were those devoured darkly,
and there are those still starving yet
While some starkly seem so sparkly
when time's gone-by eyes will forget

Time's gone by, and it's sung again
as times continue leaving still
Where in these times have I've been,
and in those left to me where will...

The sun it rises on an on
and street-lights shine as well
illuminating more than dusk-to-dawn
like fires burning-away at hell

I suppose each raging inner-fire
is but a distant glint in times gone by
though every spark of strong desire
ignites new powder-kegs of "why"

Time's gone by, and it's sung again
as times continue leaving still
Where in these times have I've been,
and in those left to me where will...