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Saturday, April 7, 2018

The Valley of Darkness


All those people gone
All that youth lost
All those families changed forever
All those dreams unfulfilled
All that life left lost
It is a sad reality
Life can change so quickly
It can affect so many people
Tomorrow will be just another day
Come snow, wind or rain
We will sleep a troubled night
Thinking what could have been
Anger will come later

All that life left lost
All those lives changed
All those unfulfilled dreams
All that life wasted
All that youth lost
All that is left is why

Sunday, January 28, 2018

The smell of misery

The smell of misery is heavy on the air
The  president is a Liar and a cheater
Our prime minister is a pretty boy wannabe
Spending us into bankruptcy
Rocket man pushing bottoms
Russia pushing needles
What is the point of life
All so absurd till the end
Then it makes sense
Floating in the darkness of the sea

What is going to happen
What is going to happen to you
What is going to happen to me

Mocking  Satire at all the excess wealth
A Narcissistic president with big hair and small hands
Tweeting morally debased rhetoric
The me too movement
Protecting him the office he holds
A actor for a prime minister
Who writes his lines
Taxing the poor to pay the wealthy
Policies so nakedly commercial
Gloating in the shadows

What is going to happen
What is going to happen to you
What is going to happen to me

axiom-spouting war monks
Terrorizing women and children
Keeping them negatively educated  
Strapping bombs on the delusional young
Government sponsored Retweeting bots
Hypocrisy of organized religion
The pope who stands and denies
What is the point of life
So absurd till we die
Then it makes sense
Floating in the darkness

What is going to happen
What is going to happen to you
What is going to happen to me

The smell of misery is heavy on the air
tradition and doctrine don’t really matter
spiritual history through new myths for this pluralistic society
Playing catch up in the moral necessities
The here and now
This politicians are no iconoclasts
during a time of seismic shifts
Life becomes meaningless
Billionaires fly to Switzerland
Paying 75 dollars for a hamburger


What’s going to happen
What’s going to happen
What’s going to happen to you
What’s going to happen to me

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Skid Row Cowboy

counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way 
of slapping your face
feeling guilt 
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past
anonymously intimate

not who I wanted to be
not who I was 
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont

A flawed man
doing the the best I can

a raven stares 
black eyes staring through
picking at my soul
the silence in my heart
echoing in my ears

every new beginning
the first step towards the end

skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows

they cant ear me
they don't see me
just a flawed man
somebodies regret
no one cares
that I am gone

counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way 
of slapping your face
feeling guilt 
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past

skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows

not who I wanted to be
not who I was 
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont

A flawed man
doing  the best I can





Thursday, June 15, 2017

Red Mist



Pseudonym
Names made up
On this side of the water
Memories come back in flashes
The smell of sweat and death
Red mist and flying meat
Days of waiting in the heat
Freezing in the silence
Waiting for hell to visit
Staring at the moon
Normalized back at home
Desensitized to reality
Waiting in silence for hell
Feeling the eyes following
The shadows talking
Concrete walking
Drowning in the very air
That gives life
Claustrophobia
In wide open spaces
Walls closing in
Missing the good times
Masquerading as something else
Wasn’t happy then
Only remembering it was
Waiting in silence
With a painted on smile
For hell to return
With its rage

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Ballistic Fireworks



Terrorists play in the suburbs
Luring the cat to the trap
Another ballistic missile fires into the sky
Like fireworks on the 4th of July
Kids hide in their mother corpses
Protecting even after death
Men playing the terrorist version of a video game
A lone hero fighting back
With tables and empty bottles
The police run and hide
No restarts in this game of stupidity
Suicide by special operators
Neutralized in 8 minutes
Lead rain
Everyone loses
Strike eagles and Mig-31s flying
On a collision course with history
Nuclear winter will freeze global warming
Flowers will grow
Tomb stones will glow
People will crawl out of the rumble
Everyone loses
No civilians in this battle
Raging on the unaware
In the pouring rain
Paying tribute to the victims
And taxes still need to be paid

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

smells like lavender



Deceit said with a smile
Smelling like lavender
Feeling like home
You can taste the decay


Deceit said with a smile
Smells like lavender
Feeling like home
You can taste the decay

Living between clich├ęs
Irrelevant in your world
Just another cheap thrill
Deceitful worlds
said with a smile
The ugliness seeps out
Smelling like lavender
The smell of home
Broken by one
It makes you feel justified
An empty soul
Leaving shattered memories
Destinies failure
You taste like decay
Losing faith and any trust
Fun for a single heart
An irrelevant distraction
Between then and now
The best thing about yesterday
Is the sun rise tomorrow
Impossible happiness
Till you let go

Deceit said with a smile
Smells like lavender
Feeling like home
You can taste the decay