Through destruction and despair,
with doubt and uncertainty,
there's hope and prayer.
Many unaccounted for,
keep the faith,
hear my roar.
With blank empty stare,
cries of anguish,
remember many care.
There's much desperation,
but with heart and hope,
brings much compassion.
Don't fret or give up,
many love you,
with their sugar cup.
Many seeking refuge,
nowhere to turn,
keep the courage.
Living without hope,
nights of silence,
we'll help you cope.
With nothing to spare,
take my healing hand,
I've got a pair.
“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
The Rush
Chasing shadows of time,
blood runs through my veins,
foolish ideals walk a thin line.
We swim against the tide,
shake up the dream,
broken boundaries, no pride.
Empty faces at my command,
massacre of greed,
political warfare on demand.
No rhyme of reason,
we're running on empty,
man and machine, open season.
Fictional tales of rearrange,
gunshots ring out,
thunderous cries of change.
blood runs through my veins,
foolish ideals walk a thin line.
We swim against the tide,
shake up the dream,
broken boundaries, no pride.
Empty faces at my command,
massacre of greed,
political warfare on demand.
No rhyme of reason,
we're running on empty,
man and machine, open season.
Fictional tales of rearrange,
gunshots ring out,
thunderous cries of change.
Buried U-Turn
Life's fixations on truth and lies,
behind dark thin walls,
loneliness burrows heaven's skies.
Fairytales of a perfect lie,
Summer barbeque in December,
crystals of Christmas in July.
Untold story without reason,
sealed off forgotten maze,
riptides in a rainy mean season.
Sealed doors in one's mind,
dishing dirt under pillow talk,
justice in crime very unkind!
Copyright 2002
behind dark thin walls,
loneliness burrows heaven's skies.
Fairytales of a perfect lie,
Summer barbeque in December,
crystals of Christmas in July.
Untold story without reason,
sealed off forgotten maze,
riptides in a rainy mean season.
Sealed doors in one's mind,
dishing dirt under pillow talk,
justice in crime very unkind!
Copyright 2002
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