the progression in three parts

*Ten years ago, this is what I was listening to. 
Inspiring, maybe.  Revolutionary, no.*

snapcase - zombie prescription

No representation
of my voice
your prescription
set to destroy
our persistence
to boycott
silent partners you know we are not
we are the signs
of the changing

perseverance
we've come of age
collective interests to engage
we are the signs
of the changing times
cut you down to size
these are changing
these are changing
these are changing times

your preconceptions
condemning race
and your solutions
they cramp our space
self-sufficience
that is my goal
recognition
of some self-control.

*Now, this is what I listen to.  Inspiring, maybe.  Revolutionary, no.  The metaphor is beautiful, though.*

handsome family - darling, my darling

Darling, my darling,
look at my waving antennae
my barbed jaw and hard red pincers
the stripes running down my spine

darling, my darling,
watch me fly up in spirals
admire the horns ’neath my eyes
the fan of my beautiful wings
I’ll give you everything

darling, my darling,
I bow my leg like a cello
I perch on branches and bellow
while dreaming only of thee
I’ll give you everything

darling, my darling,
down in the dew-dropped rushes
I beat my head in the darkness
and build a fortress of tunnels

darling, my darling,
your snapping fangs don’t scare me
I’ll leap on your spine and love you
'til you gnaw me down to my wings
I’ll give you everything.

*Given this progression, in ten years, this is what I will probably be into.*