One last time

Reaching out

One last time

In hope

All the little things

People never realize

From the never noticed

Taking a break from this race

Breathing in the air

In a pile of you’re too late

Broken and discarded

Is everything you have looked for

Perfection in a heap

Reach out one last

Remodeling this life

Is there any hope

All the big things

That are no more

Never used and discarded

Breathing in the spring

Recycling this life

Step out of the gloom

There is no glue

That can fix the all the broken people

All staring up from the pile

Bad Karma Baby

Bad karma baby

Bad things happen when you’re around

My heart is broken

Wondering around like a lost puppy

Checking lost and found

Seeing what else is around

Karma and your effect

Karma paradox

When sorry is not enough

Bad things happen when you’re around

Bad things happen when you’re not

Getting all the blame

You’re a Bad Karma Baby

It sounds good it should be a song

You’re a bad karma baby

No matter what you done

Someone is getting slapped down

When they least expect it

Anticipating better things

You hit them with that personality

Rubbing salt in the wound

Bad karma baby

Bad things happen when you’re around

My heart is broken

Wondering around like a lost puppy

Checking lost and found

Seeing what else is around

Karma and your next day effect

You’re a bad karma baby

No matter what you done

Someone is getting slapped down

When they least expect it

Anticipating better things

You hit them with that personality

Rubbing salt in their wound

You’re a bad karma baby

No matter what you do

Someone is getting slapped down

When they least expect it

Anticipating better things

You hit them with that personality

Rubbing salt in thier wound

You’re a bad karma baby

No matter what you do

Someone is getting slapped down

When they least expect it

Anticipating better things

You hit them with that personality

Rubbing salt in the wound

The Flag

Fades in the sun

The tree grows

Reaching for the clouds

The color dissipates

The cloth once shiny

Flutters proudly

The tree reaches higher

Year by year

Inch by inch

Reaching for the cloth

Unnoticed

And rooted in the ground

Pushing the pole out

From underground

In time the cloth wraps the tree

Torn by the branches

Once proud in shards

All the rage for the moment

Trees stand tall

Iron all rusted

A Place Amongst the Flowers

The color of sanctuary

Where tulips bloom

Trees have flowers

Amongst the gloom

A peaceful place

Amongst the bones

A spiritual place

Amongst the departed

So much color in a desert

The sand flows like the sea

In waves in slow motion

In winters the snow

Emulates the sand like the sea

Were water and sand act the same

Time stands still in color

Sanctuary changes with the colors

Ice builds up and melts away

A soul stays in a single place

Waiting patiently for a single day

A peaceful place

Amongst the bones

A spiritual place

Amongst the flowers

In the fields love does grow

As the wind pushes the waves

Each with a high and low

The clouds keeping their secrets

Never to be seen

A soul stays in a single place

Waiting tolerantly for that single day

Colors change in the shade

Defining Grey

Every villain has a friend
Antagonist to their protagonist
A hero to their villain
they have an admirer
The dark side with a smile
Every friend has a antagonist
A villain needs a hero
On the light side of tomorrow
Some how defining all the gray
Seen you arguing with the world
Taking all challengers
Steadfast and resolute
Facing overwhelming odds
It wasn't till later i realized
The arguing was about the fight
Certainly not about the right
Falsehoods  your glue
Talking with you was walking on ice
Out of control and little traction
Directional challenged
There is no black and white
Everything is in shades of grey
The question changes with every answer
What appears right in the light
Feels wrong with the dark
All smiles with no illusions

Hate in those eyes

There is hate in those eyes

Under heavens disguise

Everything a façade

Gentle words of a slave merchant

Subduing false hope

Tying the tongue down

Remember the struggle

The process of life

On a leash for his girl

Firm and immovable

Tethered to a millstone

Grinding the chaff

There is hate in those eyes

Between the smiles

And the words

There is clear motive

Wariness unbridled

Something false in the knot

Strength resides in her control

Trashing in a boiling cauldron

Watching his demise without fear

Contrast subdued in silent steps

Passing him to the wilderness

To wild people lost in their fear