Tension

Exchange your glances with the hideous trances of the sill sitting tramps on the river of temptation,

can't explain when, why, or where it all became creation,

believing of the things that no others can see,

and hoping the world will live in harmony,

blind shot in the dark of reality,

the exception to the rules becomes a fatality,

it's not peace that becomes the reason for insanity,

it's the pressing of the things that are beyond reality,

one exchange and all will change,

the pushing back and forth will start to get serious,

hoping that in the end they won't have to bury us,

it's funny that they said that they'll have our back in this,

creating a craze that becomes ridiculous,

and exposing the reason we all are involved in this,

elected officials and superficial presidents,

try to speak for the rest of us,

who don't want a part in this,

the frantic scramble to get to the exodus,

sometimes becoming to real, so man I am done with this.....

Exception to the Rules

Exception to the rules,

lose your train of thought you incredible fools,

can not find the way back and no longer ride the one way track,

it is just a thing.... that is what was once said,

but does it really matter,

what goes on in his head,

is it fun, is it thoughts, is it blank with no faults,

does he care or can he care,

would he care if he could,

you see that he's there from time to time,

the one thing that catches his eye is the shine from a dime,

sometimes you look and you swear that he smiled,

this one will not be a name of a patient that's filed,

you can see the fight in his eyes when he gazes into yours,

you can tell that he's fighting to become what once he had been,

It was early AM when came yells from the room,

they were words of elation heard from the station,

and as they arrived they saw him standing there asking for a slice and a lazy boy chair...

Moonlight Ride

Sometimes always broken,

windshield getting near,

car on it's side,

lose your buzz after getting high,

riding down the spine of the gypsy in the fall,

accelerate thinking your beyond it all,

to your surprise it has not yet been,

from ditch to ditch and side to side,

the car thrown about like an amusement park ride,

yells of fright and a weary white light,

suddenly it all stops,

no sounds, no noise you could hear a pin drop,

is everyone ok ? are the first words to me muttered,

 a yes here and yes there and soon all have recovered,

smelling the gas from the car on it's side,

passenger is I who is looking at the ground,

we are all out and looking around,

what could of happened is the thought to be found,

we all light up a smoke and then take a good look,

we almost became another statistic in the fatality book,

butt out the smokes and gather to one side,

we push the car over and begin a new ride....

Taken

The legions of rich taking the breath of the blue collar depths,

Holding their heads high watching the uninsured die,

Lining their pockets with the blood we supply,

Can’t do nothing but count down the time,

It’s gonna come full circle in a Robin Hood crime,

They take this, they take that, they take my last dime,

No more time for the simple protest of blood lettered signs,

The man takes everything we’ve earned,

 Burning the gasoline oceans of the oil slick churns,

Cutting off the people with the only human concerns,

On the brink of anarchy to support the cause of lower class laws,

Speculate and raise the prices, to put money in the pockets of the politician freaks that caused this damn crisis,

No one cares about the little guys that support and defend and give their lives,

The end the end bullets and blood flying to open the eyes of the rich crowbars prying,

Wake up the government and overthrow the run of it,

By the people and for the people and that should be the sum of it……..

The Ones

Born into the world as an innocent child,
not exposed yet to the world of the wild,
learn to walk and learn to talk,
learn to read and learn to succeed,
enter school at a ripe young age,
through the years we grow,
girlfriends and boyfriends, best friends and sleepovers,
seeing the world now through the eyes of the media,
things happen and we can no longer shelter ourselves from the truth,
wars rage and people die, people serve and their loved ones cry,
turning 18 and going to graduate soon,
begin the ride of the recruiters swoon,
cap and gown on and pictures being taken,
off to boot camp in a month all the hands I've been shaking,
once again it's graduation day,
dress right eyes front it's time to parade,
see my family again before I embark on my mission,
once again pictures to be taken and hands to be shaken,
one last hug and a kiss on the cheek,
from my mom and my dad with smiles on their faces,
I see the tears as sadness appears,
we love you, write often, are the last words to be said,
a turn and salute and a nod of my head,
flight to nowhere is concerning and scary,
I step onto the tarmac and see all the weary,
It's time for my first patrol at just 18 years old,
not knowing if I will ever return to the life that I learned,
yelling and screaming and shots in the air,
this stuff is real so why don't they care,
my best friend is now draped with a flag,
one last salute then back to mom and dad,
been a year now it's time to go home,
it's veterans that made this country today,
for those who will never get to come home,
we are living free because of your courage,
thank you forever for your freedom endeavor,
one last salute for you now and forever....

Bright Darkness

The day has suddenly become dark,
as all that could be heard is the wind whipping through the trees,
the feeling and the urge has become strong and ready for me to embark on a journey through the colors,
gazing upon the spectrum of life that has confused the masses with a serious misrepresentation belonging to the once fallen and the ones who will fall again,
it is in time that all things can be mended even the souls of the unintended bold,
it takes time to become a demon of desire as the addiction runs through your veins like wildfire,
eventually the tidal wave will pass over you leaving you beaten and down,
it is your true friends that will then be found,
not to let you slide again into the winding funnel of turmoil and temporary joy,
no longer a marionette of substance,
the sun shines on your face again with warmth and comfort,
the end came near but now the beginning can begin...