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Friday, September 27, 2013

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

Monday, September 23, 2013

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

Saturday, September 21, 2013

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

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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

Friday, September 13, 2013

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

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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

Saturday, September 7, 2013

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

Thursday, September 5, 2013

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

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

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

Sunday, September 1, 2013

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