Lyrics on the Summit

God -- He really did it this time!
If I was a stuck-up prick before now,
Jesus, what will this make me?

Standing on the top of a huge fucking mountain,
Naked, dying of laughter,
That all I once took for truth was proven wrong.

Today, my new philosophy is
Setting my watch for the universal time it will
Be overturned -- like a statue -- can I be trusted?

I have always been -- different. Not stronger, no --
I thought I was better than them! What a joke!
More ready to bend with the wind -- resilient!

I was worse! But I have been reformed, I swear it,
Like that guy in A Clockwork Orange --
Hah! What choice do I have?

They were once morally inferior because they were happier than I,
And now they are morally inferior because they are sadder than I.
In the new light, I have seen how life changes men!

For I have really led myself to believe
That all pain comes from inside -- but why?
Is it not an illusion -- or a sign?

I don't care anymore. These are the wrong questions.
Let me dance for the moment like a naked baboon;
Red-faced, whipped by the wind!

From every mountainside,
Let me yodel my fool-love-song!
And I will bring down the avalanche, the downhill slide.

Today the snow

--For Mom

Today the snow fell
in a thick matte over these hills
that never see it;

Because chill wind fears the valley
but some winter days the afternoon sun
wards no gray clouds

So they
crinkle the leaves in frosting
and the sun sinks; defeated

Gray light begins to
falter in the distance,
the ashen red has moved in.

A perfect picture of still
unfolds before human eyes
open at 2 a.m --

They climb the creaking branches,
crawl the valley's curves, take wing
and wonder, "What is beauty?

How could we have learned for years
and not known this?"
Then decide: better that beauty be ineffable.

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I used to wish I could share
moments like these;

I no longer wish I could
share this moment;

Now it is mine only; only now it is yours;

Like all those moments we shared, and
at the end of day wished we had written,
not to read again, for never is it the same,
but to exist for ever as it was, somehow;

I believe -- because you believe
each fallen snowflake deserves a tale.