a stone of the heart

no words remain to give us any shape
of mind and heart with which we may confront
those facts that may present themselves in blunt
manner and form we've but to bow and scrape
but still the human hides behind the ape
we are afraid for at night comes the hunt
and we can't use just any magic stunt
to aid in flight or to help our escape
the rules allow for no uncertain turns
we have to go along well-chosen tracks
but no maps guide us as we hopeful roam
the rivers freeze and the high sun just burns
too much we feel the weight upon our backs
the journey's long and we may not see home

in the midst of all

all that is shallow we here now embrace
we're far outside the normal human zone
the lie is stamped so clearly on each face

far from our hearts are normal signs of grace
we've worn our fingers down to weary bone
all that is shallow we here now embrace

the rabbit's loose and every dog gives chase
while laughed at by the maiden and the crone
the lie is stamped so clearly on each face

wisdom will not ever such fools displace
nor are their hearts much warmer than a stone
all that is shallow we here now embrace

hours come and go but we shall leave no trace
not even echoes on the telephone
the lie is stamped so clearly on each face

above us stars cycle through empty space
each one of them will live and die alone
all that is shallow we here now embrace
the lie is stamped so clearly on each face

murmur name upon name

who sees the truth and hides it always lies
there is no hope for those who will not speak
and who expect you to go out and seek
for better statements under stranger skies
wind that may laze upon this shore still flies
to hunt down those whom you may deem too weak
and bring them down from their deserving peak
so that the heart lacking nutrition dies
allow us but a word and we might flee
to places where your writ shall never run
and there make sport with those things that remain
a little effort and we shall be free
to live clean lives under a gentle sun
and dance with pleasure in the healing rain

No more hunny

The wind was heavy on the wooded hill,
all creatures waited for the hungry bear
fearing the Great Old Beings darkest will.
Yet all the time, the Pooh without a care
ignored the squamous terrors and the fear
that caused even Eeyore to cast a shoe.
We find that now all nature is laid bare
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

The Shadow poisons every stream and rill,
we sense a monstrous presence in the air.
There's no escape, not even poison pill
can keep us all from falling in the snare
where rugose horrors still await their share.
There's naught but evil that lies in our view,
not one of us will the Dark Power spare;
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

Now falls to silence factory and mill,
there are no masses waiting in the square.
The Woods now dark and horrid creatures fill,
and Kanga, Roo and Piglet are past care.
The author screams that things just are not fair,
and thinks that he's announcing something new.
Through the long darkness must we all now fare;
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

Prince Robin, riding on your spavined mare,
give us some thought as you your last meal spew.
Now all that's funny has become quite rare;
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!