Blood at the roots

Led by fools....

expect nothing but blood
 

No Cure

Humanity,

infected with hubris and pride,

a sickness.....

with no cure
 

A mess

Sally lived a life of turbulence,

a cluttered mess of her making,

a mess that gave her meaning
 

One thing

There is one thing that connects us all

one thing we all understand

one thing that needs no words

one thing the lifts us up when we're down

one thing that touches the soul

one thing all-encompassing in itself
 

Something Else

The end is just another beginning

as we morph into something else
 

Vanishing

Memories wait to be forgotten

fading each and every day

vanishing moments

we pretend happened
 

No winners

Humanity suffers

mass hysteria the norm

programmed self-destruction

no winners in this game
 

lessons of love

You lift me up

making me better

in knowing you

lessons of love
 

Missed

missed you still touch me,

in the moments of silence,

we're connected
 

Loss

Our loss

hard

unending

a lesson

we grow

and love

united
 

Ripped Away

Whatever we hold onto

will be ripped away in time
 

Crossing Paths

All paths cross eventually
 

What we are

What we are

isn't what we think
 

Shouldn't Go

There is no right direction

only places we shouldn't go
 

Trickery

What we see,

an illusion,

programmed

trickery
 

Down for the count

Nothing leads to nothing

as time passes away
 

A dying world

A world divided

your side and mine

we clash

unable to come together
 a dying world

gone mad

Lead the way

Masked and Annonymous,

the world stood still,

fear leading the way
 

Going up......

The choice to ascend or descend is ours
 

Resistance

Resistance is the only way we get anywhere

pushing back to retain a little freedom
 

Wreck

Humanity is a wreck

lost and distracted

turning on itself
 

An Illusion

We are an illusion to ourselves
 

We fall

Without connection

we fall
 

Stop Looking

Happiness can be found

just stop looking for it
 

The Same

We forever try to keep a changing world the same
 

Just Passing

We never arrive

nor ever truly leave

no need for goodbyes
 we're all just passing

Adventure

Adventure is born with us
 

Drive in circles

Restless hearts

have no destination

they just drive in circles
 

Anxiety

Anxiety keeps us from knowing

just what we are....
 

Spit

Our fears drive us
 

Twinkle and Shine

Jewels and Crowns

shining diversions

leading us from purpose

holding no meaning

as they twinkle and shine