HED SHOPPE
MAD SCIENTISTS
Their;
Un-Living, Living
Prowling The Land
Survive The Winter
As The Living Cannot
While To Figure
Was What, Next
To Do…
——
…A Bride
MAD SCIENTISTS
Their;
Un-Living, Living
The Created
Prowling The Land
Survive The Winter
While To Figure
Was What, Next
To Do…
——
…A Bride
We Watch From Shadow
Outside Of Sight
And Wait For The Moment
When The Time Is Right…
Without Letting Them Know
We Are Alive
We Are The Living Ones
Our Smiles Seem Sad
Our Time Still Plays
Plays Out Like A Long Sad Dirge
Muted Songs Of Happiness
Echo Through The Ever
Like A Single Note
Living A Hundred Years
And Smiling
Through Dark Fears…
…We Are The Living Ones
Wandered Through, A Milling Throng
Of People
Even If I Had A Map
All These People From
Different Times, Different Places
Different Paths…
Still, Did A Few Walks Around
The Thundering Of Beautiful Bass Drums
A Moving Beat, Of Celtic Being,
And Stringed Instruments
Perfect Enough To Reach
A Meeting With an Overcast Sky;
Which It’s Self Was Welcomed
Stages Spaced Enough
And, Timed Enough
To Not Interfere With Each Other;
Now Falcon Flight
Some Not Trusted
As May End Up Many Miles Away
Endangered Species
Being Brought Back
So,
Conservation And Education
Key,
All And All
I’d Go Again
Into That Madness And
Enjoyed The Fire Eater
As He Pardoned Himself
As It Had Become Time
To Grab A Beer