blurred vision

Ruination sanguine

Laughing at death

Joking about tragedy

Laughter rings out

The pain is real

Laughter dripping in blood

Lining up the condemned

Get your extrovert on

Mean beautiful

Live for the moment

What are we going to do

Fighting for the last fry

Sand gets everywhere

The wind picks up

Blowing city back home

God siding with atheists

Rendezvous with fate

Cryptic esoteric meaning

So much wisdom

Voices of the young

They can see the trust

Through all the fog

Live for the moment

the trees we plant

Irrelevantly poetic

Cactus flowers

Deadly beautiful

Sun beats down

Scorching the earth

The wind blows through

Carrying words

Time means nothing

Smiling at memories

The wind picks up

Pushing heat

Words form meaning

From where I don’t know

A bad song from a garage

Or that radio station

trying to be cool

Smelling like smoke

A ladies voice

With a constant beat

Rhythm unbroken

Wash me

Wash me dirty

Wash me clean

And do it all over again

Wash me

Wash me dirty

Wash me clean

Do it again

Walking back to my truck

The music gets louder

I need to change that station

Something a little country

Even though

those words are so catchy

Dying sun

Post card picture

Reflections of blood orange sky

Ecocentric sciophobia

Sharing to moonrise with ghosts

Picturing all those faces in calm water

Hearing their voices like violin music

A darkness grips hold

The profound sadness

Shadows move with the wind

What you see is all there is

A statement for the dark

I been waiting for you

Time is a human pretense

Without conscience

God plays us all for fools

Mortgaging the future

Selling souls

Counting down

Sorrow in the laughter

Hitting the snooze

A voice whispers

hope is a curse

Condescending sarcasm

The pungent stink of bitter words

Deceit of a decadent place

Hatred and suspicion

Hope sometimes

Its own curse

Reconciliation of the past

And the present

Sometime in the future

Brilliance in madness

The possibilities

I want to trust again

I need to believe

And yet I can’t

Hope sometimes

Its own curse

Condescending

Mocking

The pungent stink

Words said

Eyes intense with hatred

Fated to this life

Listening to the better past

Empty memories

Condescending sarcasm

The pungent stink of better words

Deceit of a decadent place

Hatred and suspicion

Avoiding the edges

Staring

Lost

Broken

And without hope

Avoiding the edges

The heart wants

What the heart wants

Life another April fool’s joke

Meaning lost on you

Happiness was never guaranteed

Uncertainty the only thing that was

All the hopeless people

Surviving day to day

Staring

Lost

Broken

And without hope

The heart wants

What the heart wants

Humanity clings

Egotistical beliefs

Wanting what they can’t have

Believing in the unknown

Acting on a feeling

Better than four stars

Down town

Staring

Lost

Broken

And without hope

The heart wants

What the heart wants

One door closes

Another one opens

Just another empty cliché

Looks so fine though

Chasing the sun

Too hot to touch

Burned by regret

Redemption Drummer

A sad song

The drummer keeping time

Counting just to four

The past present and future

Merge as one

The truth a flickering shadow

A lost moment

A reality only to me

The stranger staring outward

A plea of redemption

A sad song

A drummer keeping score

Counting over and over

Everything is clear

Dancing in moon light

Silver and shadow

Then the moment is gone

Once again old

Misery your entertainment

The song is sad to one

Drummer maintaining the beat

Counting to four again

The darkness merges as one

The reality of the past

Reflecting on the future

Tainting happiness

Lingering on goodness

Redemption a hopeful wish