Morphine whiskey
Washed down with ginger ale
Leaves me fatigued and dehydrated
And a whiter shade of pale.
Drowning all my sorrows
By pickling my brain
A pure act of genius
Or just mentally insane.
A self inflicted curfew
I must be home by dawn
As I burn the midnight oil
Losing my queen to a simple pawn.
This game of chess called life
Has passed me by too fast
But has ended with a final look
Through the bottom of a glass.

Some days I feel like smiling
Sometimes I’m reduced to tears,
It pulls me from my fantasy land
Surrounding me with my fears.

Some nights I pass on sleeping
Some how my mind won’t rest,
With memories of forgotten times
Causing anguish and distress.

Somewhere out in the darkness
Somebody calls my name,
Granting me forgiveness
Though my heart still bares the blame.

Some places rekindle happy times
Someone may break your trance,
You will find peace and happiness
If you give yourself the chance.

The cracks on my lips
From when I kissed the wind
My faith is bruised
From the times I’ve sinned
Aches in my heart
From the loves that I’ve lost
The lines on my face
Is my vanity’s cost
As each year passes
My reactions slow
Some people might say
That I’ve let myself go.
Walking sticks, hearing aids
Lotions and pills
To keep me more active
And cure all my ills
Although, you see it around you
And you’re frequently told
Nothing can prepare you
For just growing old.

The hollow hole that was once my stomach, but now a gut-wrenching anguish consumes my soul.

Puddles of dispare fall from my fountain eyes while rivers of remorse distort my pitiful face.

Layers of memories cloud my mind as former happy occasions only add to my grief.

Questions without answers trouble my thoughts and even when injured I’ve never felt such pain.

My faith lays temporarily shattered in distressed anger as I'm frustrated at the consequence of this surreal reality.

Exhausted by an emotional workout that leaves me limp and to say the very least, I am grief-stricken.

Upon a wooden cross
Sealed by a rusty nail
The savior of mankind
His hands and feet impaled
While sinners mocked and jeered
A lesson He did give
Choosing to die this way
So all of us could live
He said if we repent
And seek Him as the way
He’d prepare a place for us
To join him one fine day
He died to save us all
Yet some denounce His name
They banned Him from our schools
And treat him with disdain
For those that keep the faith
Your worship won’t be lost
He said so on that night
Upon that wooden cross.

When you disrespect your father
Pouring scorn on the family name
A defiant planned rebellion
And an attempt to shift the blame.
But nobody but yourself
Can undo the things you’ve done
An unsavory form of treason
Is the betrayal of a son.
When a hand of reconciliation
Is ****** in your direction
You arrogantly dismissed it
Thus, confirming your defection.
You run and hide in crevices
Like an inmate on the run
But know that everyone is punished
By the betrayal of a son.

How can I be broken?
Yet remain in one piece
My spirit floating on a wave of self pity.
Where once it felt like a hundred horses
Raced through my fast beating heart
A slow-moving mule now ideals past
My anguish consumes me like soldier ants
Munching away at today’s delicacy
How I yearn for that zest of adrenaline to return
So once again I can skip along through the fields of eternal joy, without fear or trepidation
But alas, storm clouds leave me grounded
Without shelter or adequate protection
Leaving me drenched in my monsoon of pity and depression.
Some say that we are not promised a tomorrow
Nor do I want or need one, until I’ve dealt with all my yesterdays.
And time is not my friend as it drags me towards emptiness.
People obstruct me talking about nothing and the weather
Let it rain I say, just let it rain.