no one cares if
they live or die
skin, body, spirit
Grinding, Sweating
away the hours
the years of their lives
to live in a ****** place
get drunk, get ******
procreate further minions
to carry on tradition
of assembly-line-like
existence.
there must be something
something to believe in
more to this our mortal life
than the morning commute
the eight-hour-blur
the drive home
falling into a chair
in a room you can't afford
to watch mind control
media, bureaucracy, drudgery
there must be something
a better way to be
on planet earth
the planet is a wonder
the people I like
but not what we do
what we have done
for years on end.
give us something
anything - to believe in
no more nihilism
no more consumerism
no more shackles of debt
when the plague is over
give me the green fields
in the foothills
in the small towns
give me the summer
sidewalks in the city
give us all easy living
like when they talk about
summer of sixty-nine.
give each of my poor friends
a home to call their own
show the people mercy
give the folks who cannot
take care of themselves
the Haven they deserve
and care from all of us.
nobody
no one
not a soul
should have to spend
everything in them
just to get by.
we all just want to make it.
is that too much to ask?
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
When a good thing comes your way
Your foes will turn to watch the rain
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
Thank God for a good kick in the ***
It's what reminds me life is precious
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
A lifetime is short
But a minute
is a very long time
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
Locked behind the door
Of glass, I sweep the floor
With my broken shoes
The morning's news
Is no news at all
My father on the wall
Ghosts are in the hall
I wish I was
Somewhere else
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
Life isn't sad
It's just the way things go
It's all you've ever had
& all you'll ever know
Believe for believing
Whether truth or lie
If life's not for living
Then life is to die
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
(No. 3)
I spent the evening
At Brother Ballantyne's
With the man himself
On Darius' Ranch, just past
The lime-green street sign
Which read "Nowhereville"
The best place to be
Nowhere whatever
I sat down with faces
A bit familiar to me but
Their names unimportant
"I like your friends" I said
"But what sets us apart is-
We ask all the questions."
We listened to Ugly Casanova
Painted like Picasso
In conversation as we sat
Smoked Cohiba Maduro 5 cigars
Drank fiery juice until
We were out of our heads
Wearing house slippers
& a false fur jacket
Which drew too many questions
Got too many laughs
But I have to admit, I liked
- the attention -
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
Close your eyes while I build you castle
Made of stones blue and white
From the green grass floor to the top of the sky
Where bluebirds sing to you sweet and high
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 8:04 PM UTC
She waited my table at a dive joint
I noticed her first when I came in
Whatever my type of woman is
She was it
Not wearing any make up
She had nothing to hide
She grabbed me by the ear
She had me
She was either sculpted by
The Gods, or by Buonarroti
Or earth-shaking love making
There she was
I slowly drank in all her features
And stylish clothes she wore
Scanning her from her head down
I found it
Of the gems she was adorned with
The one that struck me most
Was one on her left hand
Ring finger
I didn't envy the man too much
In fact, I took it as a challenge
I could tell by her grin
She was wicked
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Courage
Conceding I'm like the scared -
- Scared child
In the dark
Calling out for its mother
Accepting she isn't there
The soul I was given
Was made to bear
I offer up a prayer
For mercy mild
For a spark
And then another
And knowing
I can bear the world
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC