Darkness at the break of noon,
shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade,
the child's balloon,
ec lipses both the sun and moon
To un derstand, you know, too soon,
there is no sense in try ing
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece,
the hollow horn
Lays wasted words which
prove to warn
That he not busy being born,
he's busy dying
Temptations, page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel the moan, but unlike before
You discover that you'll just be one
more person crying
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sane
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons, great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those who call
To make everything that should
be killed a crawl
While others say,
don't hate nothing at all except
hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets spark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh -coloured
Christ that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
And teachers teach that knowledge waits
can lead to hundred -dollar plates and
goodness hides behind its gates
but even the President of the United States
must sometimes have to stand naked
The rules of the road have been lost
It's only people's games
you gotta dodge
But it's alright, Ma,
I can make it
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meanwhile life outside goes
on all around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you've
got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with no one near
When a trembling,
distant voice unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
they've re -found you
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know that there's no answer fit
To satisfy you and ensure
you're not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it's not he, or she, or them,
or it that you belong to
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing more to live
up to
The blemished must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of those that are free
Cultivate their flowers just to be
Nothing more than something
they invested
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then they say, God bless you
While one who sings with
his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape by society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather gets you down
in the hole that he's in
But I mean no harm,
nor put fault
On anyone who lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma,
if I can't please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex they dare
To push false morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk it swears
Obscenity, who really cares?
Propaganda on it's phoney
While them that defend
what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows their minds most bitterly
For them to think that
death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Like sometimes, must get lonely
My eyes collide head on
with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff at pettiness
Which plays so rough
Walk upside down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say, okay, I've had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought dreams
could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a gate
But it's alright, Ma
It's life, and life only
You
Julie Felix 
