My eyes
Have gone
Lacking
Sight

Blue sky-
At night
Is out of
Sight

Praying
For a poem
To give
Insight

But the words
Upon the
Page need
Light

Where has all the laughter gone
Prior to these two years we laughed so much
At jokes and quips and such
And now not a chuckle in so long
It seems so very wrong
Where has all the laughter gone

If you'd grace me with a smile upon your face
You would lift my heart to it's happiest place

But now your scowl is a shield
And all the humor is forced to yield
At the somberness reality wields

So I ask you again with affection
With verse, poem and song
Where has all the laughter gone

When a man loses a great deal
Or has achieved nothing
He may drink his heart healed
At least he has something

I may not do so
For fear of the festering static
Where did all the peace go
That once resided in my attic !

It's a joke
That I can not have a drink
Sometimes the connection-
Between mind and man is strong
And we must server that link
Wether with *** drugs or song.

Watered streets and muddy skies
The last rose bud dares to defy
Sharpened thorns and distant eyes
Another feeling to disguise

Snowy hills and freezing cold
The thorny rose could not keep hold
It will wilt and grow old
Desperation: a festering mold

Deserted streets and blackend sky's
Agony and pain regestared in distant crys
****** thorns and pale eyes
The rose bud to dust, then dies

Burning hills and sweltering heat
The people **** one another in the streets
The apocalypse and the world shake hands and meet
This ***** planet of ours: Satan's seat

Wasted soil and barren land
Hungry mouth and empty hands
Wicked people with sinister demands
Then green. Then wealth. Then sand.

From riches and gold
We extract a feeling held old
A preference for the fire
Rather then the cold

For poverty is the icy wind
And wealth the warmth of kin

I awoke at noon
The children where still a bed
No sound of the rooster croon
My wife long dead
I worked the fields all afternoon
T'get the children fed
Winter has come far too soon
How long before we are dead

Sleepless illusions plague my mind
I probe and peak to see what I can find
Colored apparitions dance while a jester claps keeping time
As a black fingered hand coils around my neck from behind

Sleep my sleepless one sink to slumbering serenity
Rest without dreaming is divinity