I could so easily close my eyes and call this day and end, and yet like a child I fight it.

No fancy words, no reasons or witty rhymes, just true exhaustion.

The sun never sets on those people who can make their own lighthouses.

Fading fast to the grips of sleep, claws circle and bind...goodnight

Random words running through a tired mind.
Video killed the radio star and that's the day the music and laughter died.

Theater passed the torch to radio plays and the radio laid down at the feet of the silver screen, we're hi on our hi-fi wifi now **** your old media because it's outdated even before it comes out.

Eyes fight to stay awake as I fall asleep in front of the words and my mind auto pilots the thought out.

In spray paint font on a neon billboard full of lies it reads "Media killed art, we all just watched"

I never should have stopped drinking says the old artist, for his glory days are behind him and while he's respected he's got nothing left and at the end of the day- what's in a name to make it stay?

Nail me to cross and cut out my heart.

Let me hang, leave me to dry.

There are a million more like me, a million more have died before and after, baking in the sun drenched blood fields of conflicts far and wide.

This heart you've faced before, we kneel not.
Take the sword over chains, if life is the measure of self then cut my line short here for I'd rather die free than under your law.

I've taken hit after hit, loss after loss, I've been heart broken, bloodied, bruised, I've been lied to, stolen from and gotten my *** handed back to me.

I stand here still holding my ground because you can't take it all and that way I never lose.

You are of paper, burning under my flame.
You are of wax, resolve melting compared to me.

I am of time, of stone, of fire, I am of soul and heart, of passion and art. I am of steel, of blood.

Your victories are small but many while I have the important battles under my belt, so take your wins while you can because overtime you're fighting an army you can't win.

And so we honor the dead
A thousand unsaid words spoken too late
The field of death marked by flowers and so we grow pretty, oh so pretty in the dirt.

The death takes us and rots us and as we rot from the world we are forgot.

Death takes its toll and so we go into the earth, pretty living things out of pretty dead things.

The piped piper taking rats to the sea, stealing children and watch them drown, for hopes go with the youth.

Dead down on silent docks as bleak waters kiss the shore, quote like Poe and the whispers "nevermore"

Nevermore and Neverwas, and just like the the hopes are dashed and so go the youth so go the hopes, down into the deep blue where rolling waves smother and crush the lungs of those who try to gasp for air.

Piped piper piping down the lane, dragging with him those of faith and those insane, piped piper playing a song, some for pay some entertain.

I walk the world in search of sight but losing touch is just too much.

I am man, the first of my kind, I walk the line between sin and divine.

Drink  of waters from the spring, mother earth takes care of me for I am man, the first of my kind. I am clay feet in hell and heaven in mind.

Lights go down in cityscapes as the fire inside is stoked by the winds of change

Coin flip my luck for I am the first of the a line, blood lines and family feuds. But there's a light somewhere in there and in the darkest times it shines, lighthouse guiding me back to solid foundation.

Solid foundation where I'm circling the space station, day dreamer tripping over his lucid self, i am the first of my kind I walk the line of sin and divine.

I can teach you how to bleed, how to cheat, lie and stael, I can teach you how to kneel, how to sin, how love to and do it again.

I am flawed perfection and mother earth takes care of me, I drink of her spring waters while her moonlight lulls me to sleep.

I am a creature of destruction, of instruction, I am fleshmade machine.

Somewhere in this darkness there is a lighthouse with a light just for me, just for me to know that I'm not a lost cause, neon lights telling me who saves, while stars shine bright but my guiding light points me home and keeps me where I need to be.