Gated Meadows - Susan Boil

I close my eyes The lantern dies The scent of awakening Wild-honey and dew Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow of life My acre of Heaven A five-year-old winter heart In a place called home Sailing the waves of past Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Rocking chair without a dreamer A wooden swing without laughter Sandbox without toy soldiers Yuletide without the flight Dream-bound for life Flowers wither Treasures stay hidden Until I see the first star of fall I fall asleep and see it all Mother's care and color of the kites (Heaven) (Heaven) Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven (Heaven) Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven Meadows of Heaven (Heaven, Heaven, Heaven)

Pale hands with shakey rings Stale taste for finer things Have you thought of what it really means Now to let somebody in? If I said I'm ready now Would you darling show me how To blindly give it all out loud? Until I'm wearing thin Could you rid your devils? Could you stay and settle down? Just to pass the time with me Could you rid your devils? Run through fields and meadows Does it scare you when you think, when you think? Low tide but rising fast We'll all die so nothing lasts All I know is that you make me laugh Babe, so I'll go down with you If I say I'm willing now Would you darling show me how To make you smile from tucked inside the crowd? Like I'm singing right at you Could you rid your devils? Could you stay and settle down? Just to pass the time with me Could you rid your devils? Run through fields and meadows Does it scare you when you think, when you think? Wake up, you know I saw you I know now that I'm falling You turn your back to me and spread this damn disease Left all these questions in my head Way down, I hit the damn ground It burns because it's so finished You know I can't believe I guess you felt the need To set this fire to our bed Could you rid your devils? Could you stay and settle down? Just to pass the time with me Could you rid your devils? Run through fields and meadows Does it scare you when you think, when you think?

[I) Eating Shit As An Occupation] Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes. Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture. Staleman, frail hands. Shake caffeine palsy. Lame Veteran korea grips breasts. Wife's breasts. Gorge Bruised nipples. Welted glazed thighs. Half-gallon Bourbon. Slit my intentions. Boil. Octopus lentils, leeks, lamb cabbage, spinach, squash Pie, prunes, and eggplant, curdled goat's blood milk, Head cheese, rye roast. Peel shrimp fetus cold aborted Daughter. Mormon. Right wing. House wives swallow Dennis' love zanex. Wet sleep dead man. Slit my Aspirations. Boil. Me be itsy silly fluffy boy. Golly folly. Skippy Trippie pixie slippy toy. Lolly polly. Shoot me. Rat squeal secrets. Desade roleplay. Whipped skin Hot back. Sidhartha cancer. Tock murders the lorax. Shower head. Crammed fist. Launch crying children Sprint deceptive off chin. Priss grin. Wipe cream crust On the red white blue. L. B.J. kiss me. Slit my Occupation. Boil. [II) Burning Kalamazoo To The Ground With Zippo fluid] Clear filthy water. Dung campus housing. Slumlord Rule. Raise my rent. Pure cutesy water. Strappy vein Bulging tight lamp cord. God of love. Don't travel to Belfast, Ian. Arms poked bony skin. Plum badge of Honor. War hero. Suck. Stick. Right. Pregnant womb K'zoo. Mud scene pie easy stroking farce. I'm not loyal. "Step down Mr. and Mrs. Politically Correct. It's so Easy to be "punk" and "aware" living at home. You Can't change shit, you're too self-righteous; you're the Bigots you flount to loathe." Cappuccino, Darvans with vodka. Pente'. Zig Zag. Courvoisier. Nitrous. Karaoke. Cornbread Patrick. Albert Hoffman dreams a wind chime. Buck shot. Limbau swill rot champagne. Swill granola holy. Meth Sneeze blood hurl. Slit my education. Boil light. Shoot me boy. Love's a prescription love feast. Let's go sailing Mr. Hurley.