it's not easy
down here

covered
in
thick
dense
smog

it's not easy
to breathe
down here

awful hands
turning
all wheels of absolute corruption

it makes my skin slide
I see
diamond backs run
fast in tall grass mania

it gets hard
to survive
down
here

pack up your bag
it's starting to snow

your back
pressed tight against
dead man's road

I hope you find a good place to rest tonight.

brave one

I hope that your heart doesn't get too tough out there.

I hope soft rains still can quench your thirst.

Sometimes down here
we all get so lost
it's hard to find home again.

I know.

I've been there
been run down
like a two legged dog
shot to pieces by hate

been bit back behind
the razor fences
slicing me deep down
Soul Gusher falling fast
pushed inside and manipulated by everyone.

been hurt too much
seeing death come by
and taking people away with genocide.

somebody been lying
way too much
for way too long
I been watching real close
to that brainwashing raining down.

they
be
training soldiers too well.

but they be coming back
worse than damaged.

PTSD
for
life.

they can't
stop
screaming

I know

I see em.
I talk to em
out there.

they're everywhere.

sometimes down here
they say
it's easy to lose your soul
but if you ask me
the soul wasn't made for killing
but for shining
and that's why madness comes down the mountain
popping like a thunderous,
serious mud slide-
a battalion of military eyes
after the war.

Sometimes down here
they say
your heart ain't ever right again
look at all those holes
from all those bullets burning
scarlet fire down to hell's canyon.

look at the black empty hole of my soul

who now can feed that?

I must come back to a hard forgiveness that I don't know if I can find....


where  tears run so deep
they feel like a mountain of ice slowly melting away years
that's what it takes
a mountain of ice
that needs time
maybe not enough time.

Sometimes down here is the best of times

I could laugh again in the
memories of where we been
what you said
who I was
and the youth that held true to our heart's.

it ain't easy
down here
waiting
for something
to shine down
from up there
and hit me here
right there
deep down
in
the bullet wounds
of our souls.

I keep on
dreaming
down here
wishing
for you
to come back
to me.

my heart has known
no greater
longing
than this ache
sliding down this
icy mountain fall
burning like angels dying
calling out for a misunderstood and sometimes forgotten God.