Numbers

Six, nine—
Nice, divine!

Six, seven—
I can't even!

Six, six, six—
Give it a mix!

Nine, nine, nine—
Is no thrice!

One, one, two—
Help coming for you,

Nine, one, one—
Good luck.

Nine, eleven—
Not nearly the same

Seven, eleven—
Is green?

In This Kingdom

In this kingdom
That we built for all,
No songs are sung,
No whispers linger

In our endless wisdom
We see the fall,
From eternity sprung,
And so we remember

What could have been,
but now remains unseen.

A Thousand Lifetimes

In the shadow of a thousand lifetimes,
here on the other side,
I still await
for the one.

I'm Tired

I'm tired
Of endless bloodsucking,
Of invasive ads
And public sulking.

I'm tired
Of the hunt for profit,
Of resentful lies
And false prophets.

I'm tired
Of tyrants and crime,
Of the capitalist system
And a world past its prime.

I'm tired
Of the need for change,
Of tired old men
And the hate of strange.

I'm tired
Of the world burning,
Of the one percent
And their earnings.

I'm tired.

A Cup of Coffee

A cup of coffee
In an empty stomach.
A breakfast of kings?
Probably not.