Night of Symphony Strangers

The flowers of a night faded symphony of strangers
As they leave the half filled torium
Of singers and thieves and the lye and cheats
The clouds move fast as a storm approaches
Unknown its force and will
Its decision to pass or take
Its winds will destroy or break
The storm house is well on its way
With the old onions and potatoes
Sit with the scorpions and spiders
They wonder why your there
Its the same night as before to them.

Night of Hidden Noises

Night of lowing noises
Night of hidden moon
Night of running horses
Night of stillness unto the depths
Where is thy grail
Is that thy hand towards the woods
Noises there never cease
Noises there never cease.

Deprogramming the Torture Box

Two and a half days of deprogramming
Love-bombed
Switching of the pay-phones
Anti-Ford parking lots
Full of expert witnesses
Visits from Jesus
Retrieving lost memories
Entering the hall of circuits
Instructed by electronics.
Get out of the torture box.