Wednesday, September 30, 2015

As it was

Personnel Division
Indoctrination Center
Please see the program director
He will blindly lead you into submission

He is quick to see your faults
as he hides away his praise
toil for money in his bank vault
just don't ask for a raise
or you'll be out the door
and on the street
until the next unsuspecting
sould comes along
to start the cycle again
and all is as it was before

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Truth so near

Who picked the hour to die
oh, the last generation
we've overstayed our welcome
Ezekiel warned us
told us to be strong
we didn't listen
we were so wrong
you must not keep us
we can't stay any longer
time to storm the gates
break free from hell
ascend into the heavens
no time to trip not stumble
with the truth so near

Monday, September 28, 2015

It takes vision

It takes vision and determination to make dreams come true

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Images of ourselves

We fade away like the images of ourselves floating through time...

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Gone Mad

The world hasn't gone mad, it's always been that way

Friday, September 25, 2015

Slow Motion Dare

Hey Man,
I had a quart
and Joey had a pint
and Suzie had a fifth of that
sure fun, being wobbling drunk
hey listen man
something happened
the bottles grew bigger last night
I saw them turn green, blue, and red
I saw them dance around my head
everything swam in and out of sight
fun, laughter, and tears
slow motion dare
puff and chew
yea, it was something new
now Joey's dead
and Suzie too

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Horizon of mystery

Have you evern seen the swelling
while sitting upon the rocks
reflective moonlight glows
upon the darkness of the sea
in giant, jagged, bits,
and broken lines
that chase the waters
into the horizon of mystery

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


Changing times and signs of the times
clamp downs and restrictions
businesses closing down
not enough work to go around
crime and strife on the rise
prices reaching towards the skies
government unable to make corrections
tolling bells sound like chimes
politicians never pay for their crimes

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Let me forget

Perhaps I will heal
and my heart forget
the sorrow and pain
that love begets...

Monday, September 21, 2015

No Why

We passed through with hardly a trace
bombs dropped out of the night sky
shouting out "we're here, we're here"
like lost lovers missing each others embrace
life has no rhyme, no reason, no why
this should be apparently clear.....

Finding Time

So messy the corners of my mind
thoughts scattered about
half forgetten
it really needs a good cleaning
oh, if I could find the time

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Forever Lost

In a city faraway
where I'm not known
lost, in awe we pang
loneliness our home
no age, no time
just decadence
mistakes are made
with every good intent
we're forever lost

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Play the game

Let darkness and light become one
would the world still be the same
horizons expanding along the way
as we slowly learn to play the game
let's hide the star from the heavens
and make every future change
just to see what happens....

Friday, September 18, 2015


Your tears run down
into a river of sadness
you lived on the brink
of falling into madness
longing for attention
acquired it through anger
now you must run
from unforeseen danger

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Vertical disposition

Vertical disposition faces us
the ups and downs of life
refined in silent vulgarity
patience is an elegance
of coarse expression

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

We die

The train is long and broken, over the edge it takes us
the future goes with it, heat moving in waves unseen
and so we all die when we're ready to handle it

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


some will never be answered
some will never be questioned
some will never know

Monday, September 14, 2015

Abandoned Bliss

An abandoned bliss
magnificent and majestic miss
traveling through her barren heart
arteries and veins, my mind
loses its strains
open to take in
all her kind harmony

Sunday, September 13, 2015

creatures of the night

A regression into the past
the hikers wished me a good life
so maybe I don't need to go so fast
and learn to take things with less strife
we all believe there's hope
even though they shot the pope
for those of us learning to cope
a chance we needed for so long
once we stop doing things wrong
great change will come along
let's do some good in our day
to help those yet to pass this way
let's open the gates and learn from the creatures
for they too have made it without false preachers
they do what's not done before they are told
they are strong, able, and bold
and their only fear is to be
left out in the cold
they are creatures of the night
who are hidden from out sight
the ones we cannot see

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Road of regrets

Life unravels a road of regrets
we try so hard to forget.....

Friday, September 11, 2015

Into the past

I drove for hours in endless circles
across countless miles never seeing a soul
picture perfect landscape rolled on by
lost and hungry, from dawn until dusk
low on gas, no place to stop
rolling along, into the past


The world we make for ourselves knows no rest

Thursday, September 10, 2015


We've become casualties of other people's imaginations

Wednesday, September 9, 2015


An elated perspective of the mysterious crossing
we found the edge wasn't as sharp as imagined

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

While we wait

The fact that I have known
the belief that I will be shown
the fact that I will still be
when my body no longer belongs to me
to know that after I quit the race
I will be in a wonderful place
to miss out this, to not awake
would have been a mistake
for how could I be happy
with the future ahead of me
I'm here today and gone tomorrow
why should I live a life of sorrow
we do not know what lies ahead
what a waste, to wait in bed
while we're here we should do our best
before we're laid down to rest
for here there is much good needed to be done
before we go off to meet the son

Monday, September 7, 2015

Old Bell

The regression has begun
the old bell's being rung
what we despise from the past
could make this day our last

Sunday, September 6, 2015


The world is what we make of it....


Oh, please tell them what's wrong
so that they'll know a life of conflict
just like the rest of us....
throw in some guilt while you're at it

Saturday, September 5, 2015


We share the same mind
just a step ahead of time
tears filling rivers of sadness
clutched by despair and madness
working through confusion and anger
doubt brings unforeseen dangers 

Friday, September 4, 2015


The money is in the hole with the tar
the phone company won't mind
she hit the fence with the car
letting Jim drive would be easier
but then again, he's a star
sure New York is strange
hold on to your money she says
but Jim was shortchanged
keep quiet she says to Jim
too late, he's locked up, deranged
Oh!!! beautiful people it's funny
you haven't changed
Jim laments, losing his companion
and she heads down another canyon


Thursday, September 3, 2015

No way back

The creatures we once were got left behind
with no breadcrumbs tossed along the road
we've no way be to those lost souls

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

A ghost

His eyes, like a cat, or an owl
he too a creature of the nocturnal
a roaming scavenger
he follows a falling sun
neither alive nor dead
he's a ghost, or so it's said

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Confused Past

Through the mist of our history
drift the pains of a confused past
dictating how the world should be

New Me

The void approaches
consisting of nothing, really
I can see it very clearly
I want to take a trip inside
drift for awhile, and should I decide
to return I'll be a new me