Barakiel (This was on the facebook already, thought I should throw it on here)

You seem like a streetlamp
So nervous and thin
I am green power
Mostly impotent, no wind.
Resolve our conundrum
I think that you can
shine from my windmill;
light up my land.

Are you comatose?
Are you functional?
Have we lost our means,
Joined ranks of forsaken things?

Woman, thy name,
your name is legion

ninety-nine to Oakland
just follow the strings and picks
the fabled yellow lines
and silhouetted Jefferson heads.
Sing me interstate blues
that I love the most
Teach me the secrets
Of the West coast.

I've lost my chance
to keep this schooner afloat
There's a hole in my hull
and I've lost most my boat.

Feeble Mind, thy name,
My name is Ishmael.

I find myself in the quake
In the inferno
I see myself in this storm.
The road to Salem
has inherent thorns.
Stuttered Engines, launchers
line the Oregon coast.
This sea incarnadine
is the hair in my throat.
I am deaf, blind and mute.
I'm inaudible.
There's a hole in my skull
Say goodbye to motor skills.
But I am Functional.
I am audible.
Aye,
I am.

Woman, thy name,
Your name is Barakiel.
I am deaf, blind and mute.
But still I'm audible.