It vanishes

When we don't treasure freedom,

it vanishes.....
 

Flow

Chaos flows from us,

humanity's big achievement
 

Freefall

 

We, programmed are in a freefall

Lost Gifts

Innocence is a gift we lose
 

Abated

 

Calm abates the storm

Blending

 

All blends into being,

when we let it go

Our Own

We lost paradise,

decorated hell,

and made it our own
 

Left Alone

 

We can find our way,

when left alone

What it isn't

 

Reality fails us,

when we put our faith in it,

making it what it isn't

Unmoved

 

When we're still,

we find the rest we need,

unmoved

Obstacles

When we're gentle and patient,

we can overcome obstacles
 

Superficial

The world deceives itself,

the superficial taking on meaning,

driving us in circles
 

Move On

Stopped in our tracks,

in a world that won't move on
 

Learning

 

Nature is good at being what it is,

something we could learn from

Zealot's Dream

Fear cleared the streets,

death around each corner,

or so we were told...

making it easier to control us,

a zealot's dream
 

Failure

Failure is in the works,

the future we build,

giving away our freedom
 

Perfect Solution

Losing it all,

vodka and pills,

seemed like a gift....

A perfect solution to nothing...
 

No sign of life

Gone are the dreams, people too,

empty streets waiting

 

Taking

You can count on government,

to empty your pockets,

taking is what it's good for

 

No Protection

There's no protection

from the storms in life
 

Death Merchants

 

Humanity has never been able to get along with itself,

perfecting ways of killing each other instead,

politicians death merchants driving us,

each day a little closer to the edge

Deceived

We deceive ourselves

with our thinking
 

Fallen Empire

When fear drives us,

our freedom hangs in the balance,

political promises can't support us,

thus another empire falls
 

Couldn't Help

Now it was happening,

now she was there,

but she couldn't help
 

For the worse

We watch the world morph,

changed at our hands,

so much for the worse

Thinking

 

Thinking you're going somewhere,

gets you nowhere....

Fleeting Moments

 

Vacant her mind wandered

fleeting moments

without faces

No Winning

There's no winning in life

the end is the same for us all
 

Fools

The world is run by fools
 

Random

 

With grace, we share our passing

touched in parting

our random nature

Our Loss

They fought for the freedom

we so happily give away

the loss is ours