Subject To A Subject

I feel connected when 
When I am with you 

I say! what an interesting take 
You have on the subject 

Subject to the subject on stand 
Of notions I once had, subjective 

Acquired on the basis of assumptions
Made before hand, show of hands 

Had I known, would as well be 
After, after conjecture 

Okay "judge quick!" that eager 
But was I not to have an opinion 

Who ever doesn't as instinct  
At first sight concept before know  

Subject to a subject as subjective 
To be set in context, who ever doesn't 

I say! what an interesting take 
You have on the subject 

Rains on the Crow

Close to discovery, stood in rains  
Like the crow on door knocks  
Awaiting stages to shine on  


Conditions on forces, do conspire  
To be left with the crucifix of perception  
Warmongering on fearful instinct,  against on reaction 


If only the crow had feathers so bright 
Like the parrot, like the birds of paradise 
To be given a platform in rooms 


So adored, delighted, on worship  
Hanged at the best spot, for all to see
Talked about, like the dolphin's prestige 


But not so says, was it to be 
Fearmongering on instinct
Perception had t' judges jumping off their skin 


It is the stories, from before as told   
The cinema clips projected, propaganda  
That holds the blame, as with t' books of history told


If only the director did pick another
Just not the crow, just not the crow
But another, just not the crow, Gothic, raven  


Left to stand in the rain 
Denied its rightful place of intelligence hold 
Darkness of it's feathers, hides its drench