Looking

At the world go

Trying to understand

Electric wind blowin' like

A demon fan

Or a symphony of hatred

Blowin angst

Off an immaculate stage

How tranquil is an ocean

Before a storm

Like a silent play



Chanting thunder

Dance naked and I feel

So wired

It's a personal voodoo

Runnin' through my veins

Like blood

With inhibition long gone

and no real sense

of space or time

A weird vibration

Don't know my right

From wrong



Rain will fall



Poetry in motion

Both rolling

Both getting me high

A shiver went through me

A tidal wave

I only felt inside

It's an animal instinct

That takes us over

And we must survive



Four brothers make the mother

Four brothers form as one