High NoonToo corny that it rainsHigh Noon by Craazhy
on the day I truly lose you.
I would have filmed clear blue skies with the sun towering at high noon
as bright and as radiant as you seem without me
just to be the contrarian.
Snake OilI could not rage like so much thunder against the wind because it was her nature that made me this way. She blows in every direction.Snake Oil by Craazhy
Red NebulaeWith what lyrics,Red Nebulae by Craazhy
if not to enamor then perhaps to wail
towards red nebulae and black holes with all the futility
symbolic of men,
could I sing to you?
Adrift broad rivers of starfire there floats you and I,
rushing in headlong flight to the conclusion
with no words
and no knowledge
but keen awareness
that the inscrutable mechanism of the universe holds us together.
The Brass GardenerNot while there's a girl at homeThe Brass Gardener by Craazhy
with a picture of me on her piano.
Oh, my daring Clementine,
at what boundary lies salvation for a simple brass gardener?
When between the calamity of artillery and the reflection of loneliness
in her knowing, thousand eon hazels,
one can barely hear God scream.
War makes strange bedfellows,
and love no fellows at all.