Spirit

Spirit finds his way

To heaven far below

Drifting with the wind

Before An Indifferent God

Pulsating in time

A billion billion planets 

Bagging for omnipresent time

Spirit drifts in currents

Flowing in cosmic wind

A  Pebble dropped today 

Is felt tomorrow and yesterday

Fluttering Butterflies felt 

on other side of the world

Before an indifferent God

Stoic as marble 

Spirit good or bad find a path

Floating in currents

Felt on the other side of time

To heaven far below

A spirit lost

Artificial joy

Adding life 

 Dodging a finite infinity

There is meaning in nothing

And nothing in meaning

Your are where you are

It happened for a reason

Karma finds a way

Humanities justification 

Life's only sure thing

How and when

Total indifference

Waning pity

Artificial empathy

Memories swirling dust 

Are we reborn the moment we die

A billion years away

Our spirit lost

Between here and there

Tainted in Mercury and Lead

Rage makes it appear clear

When bad boys go good

And good girls go bad

Life is tainted in mercury and Lead 

Take it and toss it around 

The sun comes up

The sun goes down

Indifference is the only thing remaining the same

The shadows get long

All of us are meat and bone

With hearts of stone

Dancing along the edge

Rages makes it appear clear

Like it should be normal

Bad boys go good

Good girls go bad

Life is tainted in mercury and lead

In mercury and lead

Bad boys go good

Good girls go bad

Tainted in mercury and lead

The phoenix crashes and burns

Tainted in mercury and lead

Candles

Remember blowing the candles out

Watching the smoke drift away

Feeling no different than the second preceding

Watching the numbers drift away

Feeling no different inside

Everyday is the same

Keeping the wolfs at bay

Where did all that time go

Life's habit of taking you

Where it will

Like that awkward dead air

Blowing the candles out

And watching the smoke drift and fade

Feeling no different from second before

Everyday the same 

a repetitive masquerade 

Watching the numbers drift and fade

Till that point when there is more past than future

Pulling the joker out of a deck of cards

His face looking so familiar 

Knowing your out of the game

Watching the numbers drift and fade

Find your own truth

Find your own way

Find your own truth

The place where you can be happy

Away from the irony and guilt

Where karma doesn't know your name

A myth of the American  dream

The thin line of broken dreams and nightmares

Deceived by hope 

Find your own destiny 

A place your comfortable in

People worth all the sins

Find your own way

A place with a trace of hope

Where people never judge

Find your own truth

Every thing else is spin

Shed their guilty irony

 Leave their silent dishonesty

Open your eyes to reality

Motorcycle Country song

Motorcycle Country song

Riding on that motorcycle

Following that old country trail

Where those cowboy stories were told

From Texas to Saskatchewan 

And back again

With the snow chasing them  home

Here and there you can see

The wagon wheels tracks

In no mans land on the 49th

With rules came barb wire

Telling you where men can go

Blocking out the shadow of the moon

Riding on that motorcycle

Giving up everything

For a life that was not their own

Following that old country trail

Through Montana and Oklahoma 

Over black hills and fields of gold

Through ghost towns and over inner states 

Beautiful in there contrast even now

Wondering what it would have been like

With out the barb wire telling where to go 

Giving up everything

For a life that was not their own

A freedom men can only dream of

Indifference

Not feeling joy or sorrow

Not feeling fear or love

A prisoner locked in their own mind

Nothing getting through

Such a Nihilistic view

A silence mystifyingly deafening

Cowering in the shadows of anguish

That sounds like a cliche

Staring at the world with a false stoicism

Accepting the indignation

A  decadent  charade 

Repentant for all those sins 

Tangible

Not feeling joy or sorrow

Not feeling fear or love

Locked in isolation and self loathing 

Nothing gets through

Revenge is  meaningless 

Depending on point view

Destined  for indifference

Irrelevant

Irrelevant consolation

Irrelevant all the same

It really is not important

It really does not matter

Why did you scream and shout

Why did you scream and shout

The bruising lasts forever

What you do to this heart

Some footprints turn to stone in time 

Some things people do 

Can effect you too

Guess that is irrelevant 

Heard her words 

I want him to notice

I want him to understand

I want him to see what is left behind

I want him to feel like me inside

Everyone knows that sting

Everyone been there once or twice

Some bruising lasts forever

Seen her name in the paper the other day

She has left her pain behind

Irrelevant consolation 

Irrelevant all the same

It really is not important

It really does not matter

Why did you scream and shout

Why did you scream and shout

Her words from so long ago

I want him to notice

I want him to understand

I want him to see what is left behind

I want him to feel like me inside

Everyone knows that sting

Everyone been there once or twice

Some bruising lasts forever

Seen her name in the paper the other day

How  She has left her pain behind

grease in the air

The smell of grease is strong

And the party rages on

Howling at the moon

As they scream and shout

Believing in their party obligation 

Like it is constitutional right

Keeping their Neighbors awake

Playing their music loud

It is there fault I listen to country

Friends in no places

And whiskey chasers

The chauffeur with cowboy boots own

Party lingers on into the morning

The bottles are empty and the  hang over bangs 

As the amber flows down the drain

The burnt grease overpowering all senses

And the party rages on

Fire works all night long

Chasing the summer

As they scream and shout

Howling at the moon

Playing their music loud

It is their fault I listen to country

Hearing all those broken heart

Friends in dirty places

And hands on the beer

Water skiing in cowboy boots

Following the sun all summer long

I hearing them hollowing at the moon

Calling the band back on

So they can play another tune

Contradiction

Inarticulate mud

Unbreakable transparent

A manifestation of concrete 

Its my job is to create

With exhaustion sleep does not come

Like it was forbidden

The contradiction in plain sight

Could a philosopher poet answer

That dark place 

In between insincerity and self-delusion

Fixated and diluted

Nothing is what it was

Memory intertwines and dissolves

Consumed by silence 

Death before life

Is a sad way to do ones bidding 

The silence consumes