God's own baker

It really does not feel like Christmas
Till I get to mom's house...

It's a miracle what she can do
With just butter, sugar and nuts.
Sometimes she puts some chocolate in.
Tastes so good it's almost a sin.

Sometimes she does it all natural.
Absolutely pure. Nothing artificial.
There is nothing fake in the things she bakes.
And she adds love in heaps.

Mom is an artist the way she juxtaposes.
Everything she bakes comes out roses.
Often she uses fruit; her apple crisp is the ultimate truth.
The truth is her love which she piles on by the spoonful.

She is a baker for the ages.
She is a painter at her palette.
Every work is perfection.
Every bite straight from heaven.

God's own baker makes the blessings.
Your mouth and your heart confirm.
If you do not see the beauty,
You have so much to learn.

 I'm looking for my beloved revolutionary sweetheart

I'm looking for my beloved revolutionary sweetheart.
I'm looking for my warrior princess.
I want a woman to disagree with me all the time.
I want a woman of passion, not a woman of fashion.

I'm going to look until eternity.
I'm going to look until my eyes can't see.
The woman of my dreams may not be who she seems.
The woman of my dreams will never leave.

I'm an angry righteous freak.
Less direct, more oblique.
Yes the sun revolves around me.
But that's not how it always has to be.

I'm looking for my better half.
A crazy woman who makes me laugh.
I don't mind if I'm misunderstood.
But she won't ever say that I'm no good.

 Love is the path of least resistance

I shed that skin.
But now there's a new sin I'm in.
I keep looking for diamonds
In a pile of dung.
But that's how the west was won.

Every conquest is fleeting.
Every attempt self-defeating.
But I keep taking that shot.
Give it everything I've got.
True to my nature.

I don't have a clue
How to make you true.
But I'm desperate so to do.
Who the hell are you?
God only knows.

 Principles

Principles are what guide me
Principles are what undo me.
The man who wrote everything
Should be fair was an imbecile.

No principle guides life
But get what you can before you die.
No principle guides human motivation
Besides I screw you before you screw me.

I try to find some master plan.
Some underlying principle.
To bolster morality.
But it eludes me.

But if there is no underlying principle,
We have nothing. So we have to take it on faith
It must be there, even though it is fucking invisible.

It is all pretty empty at least from what I see.
Or maybe it is just a truly foreign language
That we will never translate.
But we have to keep on trying.
Or get a better decoder.