tactics of mistake

 a single sign turns into what we need
all of our anger focused in the art
of what is best at holding us apart

the word becomes at last the very deed
no one begrudges you a second start
a single sign turns into what we need

choice and desire express themselves as speed
we do not hesitate to praise the smart
nor do we blame the hesitating heart
a single sign turns into what we need

in the secret

 

we name this place where light must come to fail
listen a while to all the stories bend
so much of every heart is here for sale

the pleasure comes all wrapped up in a bale
you do not know this or you just pretend
we name this place where light must come to fail

your inner child has not filled up the pail
another comes and then we have to send
so much of every heart is here for sale

this old burnt rag is hung up on the nail
a sort of flag to signify the end
we name this place where light has come to fail

other machines will climb down the old trail
all that is done does not on you depend
so much of every heart is here for sale

to end the process we wait for the gale
and when it comes we won't comprehend
we name this place where light must come to fail
so much of every heart is here for sale

where to go

 so much of what we need is plain old luck
those that we hate have all the force of pride
the effort and the thought soon coincide
and with the worst results we have been stuck
not with the ones desired but what the fuck
that was the consequence of one swift ride
on the hot horse and we should not deride
our better choices nor just pass the buck
to the slow learners of the lesser path
that's not the answer nor the proper way
instead we find a method to rise up
and let the victims feel the aftermath
is but the presage of a better day
they won't take notice of what's in the cup