Set Free

We prepared our young well

boxed them in cages and walls

told them they could do anything

told them all they had to do was dream

they could make the world something

but first they had to set themselves free

Pipe Dreams

The future looked bright

yet never really materialized

just pipe dreams of youth

a fantasy we chose to buy

Without Worry

we light up the future

with toys and gadgets

hoping we'll see the stars

making life an easy journey

lived without worry

though our dreams never take us far

Erased

Our busy days of nothing

chip away at us

untill we're erased

Fondest Memories

our folly of youth

over time adds up

to our fondest memories 

Moments of youth

Prospects for the future

diminishing with time

until there are no more

and we've forgotten

those moments of youth

Passing into the void

like our brothers who passed before

we come and go leaving scarcely a trace

nothingness numbered by the score

the void our final resting place

A connection

We connected once

in our moment of destiny

locked in an embrace

free and happy

one moment, still, hearts race

the world what we wanted it to be

Words reach out

your words need but find

willing ears and open minds

the difference that's needed

for communication to be completed

Passing Through

We, transients in time

passing through

from here to there

hoping to learn

something along the way

Soothing Melody

Sing my troubles away

ease this tumbling strain

keep my blues at bay

ease my broken hearted pain

all in soothing melody

Chatter

We're in era of chatter

a lots of noise exchanged

without really saying a thing

Only what we see

Why is anything what it is,

when it could be anything

like you or me

something from nothing

who says

there's only what we see

King of the night

You're king of the nightime world

too weak and frail to concur much

show them what it's like to be alone

cold and lost, with no way out

just a few lights by which to roam

a ghost that can't be touched

No reset

there's no reset on our days

make them good

make them count

or throw them away

On our way

Let us be on our way

down the highway to tomorrow

a place called unknown

is wait for us to call it home

Getting Nowhere

Life, a busy frenzy

running about

in no particular direction

in order to get nowhere

when all is said and done

Seek within

What you seek is within

that salvation of the soul

that you can hear

only in the quietest moments

Pastures await

Pastures await beyond

other realms

ones of dreams

outside of the illusion of life

Fly Away

Tracks wet and cold

emotion tight

today depression won the fight

let me head west and follow the sun

do you feel the rumble?

do you hear the roar?

the horns scream at me terribly

wheels and screeching metal

the impact brings the pain

skies shine red

below passing faces

of those loved

looks like I'll fly away

Lurking in the shadows

Tomorrow hangs above

an unanswered question

that lurks in the shadows

making life what it is

have a little faith they say

much better than explanations

Never Enough

Comes a time for a decision

thought it might be difficult

and you know I was right

a man is alone in this world

but alone isn't what he wants

so he searches

the only question is for what

sometimes it's for love

sometimes it's for money and success

but exactly what is still a mystery

because whatever he gets

it's never enough

All the rage

Building myths to be looked back upon

a new history for the ages

a future time when we say remember when

let this nostalgia become all the rage

Around the corner

I bought it on film to watch tonight

but there's dust in the corners

I've got to get a new video recorder

and get my T.V. subscriptions up to date

there's cables crawling through the walls

viewing screens in kitchen, bedrooms, halls

game cartridges are ready

audio equipment updated

my life programmed into the home computer

now all I need is someone to share it with

think I'll call "select-o-mate"

ask them whose picking up the mess

of broken toys left behind

of broken lives lived in pantomime

of factory fun

new digits roll across T.V. screens

everyone trying to keep pace

new breakthroughs

life obsolete abounds

balance goes underground

everything is video

pictures old and jumbled

we're all such a small part

of a world we'll miss

still trying to understand all this

volunteering for the clean-up crew

before the layoffs at the puzzle factory

On display

Age is rolling down my face in lines

unaccomplishment cluttering my mind

Hirosima children know of fate

a future without escape

this is the bed we've made

our doom so proudly displayed

Familiar Faces

I could never remember

where familiar faces came from

everything around me turning

like a medieval comedy

yes, yes, everything is changing

but the words stay true

we're rolling into good book tragedy

oh, how I still love you

let's dress in celebration colors

and bounce off the world

cold as moon beams

oh, get out quick

that's fulfillment

Called It Night

The giant easel stood up straight

when I began to paint

the work started early

and continued all day

the canvas leaned back

in its own sultry way

showing off its magic hues

of fiery gold, floating white

and ominous blues

I stood back and looked long

and then frowned

my picture was wrong

so I lifted my palette again

with weary heart

I decided to restart

with a slow deepening of blue

from right to left

over and over

I spread all the colors

across the canvas

until I had a mysterious

somber glow

lastly I added a fury of white

in scattered specks

and when I finished

I called my picture night

A world of distrust

He had a cold black stare that match his eyes

and world of distrust closing in

he couldn't keep it at bay

funny he should die this way

naked, stripped of disguise

Passing Days

I'm going to where a house is going to die

I'm going to watch the spirits inside fly

I'm going to wipe my eyes dry

I'm going to aim my arrows at the sky

I'm going to hold my head high

I'm going to treasure each day passing by

Transformer

Innocence gives way

slowly, day by day

leaving us to face the world

as a daily battle

dressed in armor

life the transformer

Waiting for delivery

The future took a backseat to dreams

holed up in isolation

waiting to be delivered

freed from our addictions

to technolgy

Meltdown

It's a national meltdown

no one is going to give an inch

nor throw their guns down

people getting ready for the fight

regards are doormats

regrets are hesitations

unified into central elimination

the media spinning explanations