Worth a Fortune

Mr. Ross lived in a hilly and wooded

 area of Southern California

close to the beach.

He'd saved for years....

little did he know

there was a corpse

 under his house...

a secret worth a fortune
 

A revelation

The road is where we learn

each step a lesson

each mile a revelation

 

Delivery

 

If you can't deliver

your promises are ghosts

something left to the imagination

Trouble

 

Trouble will find us

when least expected.

Long Enough

 

The phone call only lasted a few moments.

Just long enough to put plans in motion.

Alba anxiously waiting for the fear to pass.

Her Turn

 

Elsa waited

her turn would come

Iris would have to go

how was the question

By Mistake

Iris was taken back

her horse roaming

secrets must be kept

past and future connected

by mistake

 

Unmatched

 

Our destructive nature is unmatched

Push

 

Sometimes it takes a little push to get us going....

Arrival

When you've arrived

you'll know it

 

Scarcely Noticed

Our yesterdays are forgotten

with each passing today

our todays scarcely noticed

 

Rolling

Still or Moving

wet or dry

all is rolling into place
 

Over it

 

Bridging the gaps in understanding

one of our biggest challenges

with ourselves as well as others

Our Masks

Deceived, we mask ourselves from reality
 

Look Within

External forces will cause us to look within
 

Wounds

 

We battle ourselves

conflicted within

pain meant to help us grow

by giving up or letting go

cleansing out wounds

Limits

Our limits reached

pain paves to way for change

and growth despite our direction
 

Walk Away

Though we walk away

the hurt follows us through our days

haunting us, each step of the way
 

In the light

 

Be true, walk in the light

and you'll know thyself

Disconnected Images

Our world is built around us

disconnected images

far removed from what is

 

Glory

 

Glory isn't in our creations

sitting high upon the hills

Traveler

 

To arrive where you belong

forget your destination

Flaws

Flaws in our programming

dictate our days
 

Burn

We burn in the fire of our destruction

orchestrated by us

Mortality

 

We can't mask our mortality

Passing Days

 

We pass time yearning for more time

At War

Humanity is at war with itself
 something in our nature

hard to overcome

Gone

 

We hurry about

until we're gone

Game Over

 

The masses played along

happy to aid in their own destruction

that's the way the game ends

Out of Step

 

You'll arrive where you belong

out of step with time

Hope and Dreams

 

Hope is built on dreams