Out of this Skin

There is a rhythm beating out of my skin
Left foot stomping down
Words come like a water fall
A tune crawling to the surface

Remember what is worth fighting for
Everything else is just someone little drama
Nothing can be more important

The rhythm so strong it going to tear something
Tear something to shreds
Left stomps down in a beat
The tune crawls in my blood

Remember what is important
Remember what is worth the trouble
Everything else just her deceit

The beat get stronger
Following what is my heart
So simple the left foot carries the rhythm
The words fall to the floor

What is worth fighting for?
Will it matter anymore?
Can all these shreds be glued back together?

There is a rhythm beating out of my skin
Crawling to the surface carried by the wind
Echoing off the windows from with in
Both feet stomping it in

Words come like a water fall
A tune crawling to the surface
Remembering what is worth fighting for

Asymmetric Nation

Asymmetric nation
Self righteous ambitions
Yet unyielding
Materialistic arrogance
Mocking indigenously
Enormous recognizable paradox a puzzle
Two faces of antagonism
Rescued from acquisitive and avaricious people
Irony of many ridiculous dreams
Collecting followers like flies to decomposing meat

Expressionless stare with unreadable opaque eyes
Near the façade of sneering distain
Enormous weight of intolerance
Monstrous vanity denied
Yet pride discernible

Collecting memories

Collecting memories
Snap shots
Jetsam of life
From here or there
The future so near
Rhapsody of images
Indifference supreme
Obedience pretext
Flotsam refuse
Memories float by
Snap shots of tomorrow
Lining the halls of yesterday

Beautiful Lies

Beautiful lies
Worlds apart
Parallel truths
Mirror reflections
Infinite glance
Radically benign
Astonishing similar
Perceptively poignant
Two truths apparently
Only one can be genuine
Ridiculous dream
Distant delusion
It all has meanings
Methodical recklessness
One can be ginuine
Only one truth
Can be

Floating on the wind

The plastic floats on the wind
Discarded by reality
Life written in bold letters
Merely an advertisement
On the other side
A drug company making a pitch
Floating up and crashing down
Slamming the ground hard
Only to float higher
On the next round
A whirlwind of circles
Gently lifting it to higher heights
The vengeful wind slamming it to the ground
A meteoric metaphor of this harsh reality
A plastic shopping bag playing in the wind
Floating up and falling down
And doing it again
Spectators us all

Fate

Fate has a way of being
Some live within their fate
Others reach beyond
Others our bond by destiny
A call that will cause wonder
A life that affects others
Ripples in the water
Butterfly effect
Wings flutter
Pushing the wind
Touching gently
Heard on the other side

Staring into Infinity

Staring into infinity
Tasting the future
One little step
At a time

Easiest day was yesterday
Fate knocking on the shoulder
Destiny wondering
Angels linger faintly

Dreaming of hope
A shadow of yesterday
Niceties a facade
As the Angels fall away

The road is well travelled
Even if it is your first trip
Learning to live
Living to learn