Forever consumed in fire and death, our lives are filled with fear,
Listen to the war general, he'll stop the bad guys far and near,
Do you hear me calling? I have the answers! He shall say,
But listen to me closely, fools will follow him each day.

The bullets you use shall once again be trained upon your head,
Your body will be lifeless, listless, once they find you dead,
But follow the wartime dreamers! They have found the way,
They will keep our paths clear, keep violent terrorists away.

I've done my best and at any rate I've gone and shared my views,
That wartime efforts and it's strife has long time been abused,
But people will never learn, and on they will "make a change,"
One that's "good," one that's "needed," but they are actually insane.

Insanity-doing the same thing over and over each year, each decade, and expecting different or better results over time.

If I had a dime for every blank picture I drew,
I'd be the richest man alive, my feelings etched
And the pain still fresh and new. I'd give up on
Art or photos or music just to work 9-5,
But it wouldn't change me the same way as
Being different, one of the eccentric guys.
I've been a dreamer for years and years, and all the
"Real winners" just watch sports on the couch and
Drink beers! If anything this would seem like a down-
Grade to those in the past, how we make what they call
"Disney magic" last, but it's our right to be a slob,
To ruin our language with "ain't that car a beaut, Bob?"
But sadly to say the real harm has already been done,
And when it comes to paying the piper,
The ignorant gold diggers will be amidst the chosen ones.

To You, Wherever You Are...
I am back home, but my heart is still torn apart! Where is your call, where is Your voice? That ring that I love that came from above, with you I could do anything I could ever dream of...

See you around,
Anywhere is best,
Wherever my love
Will ever find rest...

It's a lovely wish to be in your world,
I would fly high in my heart, if I could
Just be your special loving "girl".

I know it's been long, but how long it
Seems! It seems such a waste, If you'd
Just invite me into your arms embrace...

There is strength in unity,
In finding a community,
For those who love and care,
There are places for us all,
To live and be productive there
To shine like the sun,
Planets and stars in unison
All add up to us as one.

There is no time for war,
For it's not the place to grow,
Nor does it bring any safety,
Until we all learn this is so
We'll never be truly free,
And never find each other
Even if we fight for a dream,
Killing will bring no unity.

There was once a man who's hands were stained with oil
And at church he was taught of being kind,
How it's wrong that men are enslaved and toil
And that God frees all slaves in time.
But he wouldn't give to the poor
-And never found a reason to ask why,
Then he stole gold from the land as never before
And enslaved the lands peoples lives.
But there was once a man that aimed the slaves be set free,
He would speak out in order to save the slaves
And he'd fight for their victory
So that Africa's heart would be saved.
And never ever was the tree to have life again
Until Africa's heart was set free,
He must free the lands people then
From sea to shining sea.
And never ever would the spirits thrive again
Until he led her people to overcome,
Her children must be given life once again
Africa's children must be given our love.

What if this was just any other love poem?
Addicted to fame and fortune many "make it big,"
Another love song just like any other, stands alone
As yet another love poem, a be mine, baby baby jig.
Let's give them something new, something with life,
Not stuck in the past, some bar tab to remember me by.
Listless, sitting over the rail, looking for that one day
To come where there is an art or music director guy,
One who remembers your name, so that everyone in
Town speaks about what it would be like to share your fast times,
But it's not real, selling "8 track tapes full of trucker music," while
Ordinary poets and musicians like me are alone on Valentines...

One day I was thinking to myself,
After all the things I've been told,
I don't think that for the world I'd
Give up my dream, even to the death
I'll keep going until I get old.
If I told you what my dream was you'd laugh
or be angry at me, but then again,
Whoever understood me would be
Few and far between, and so this is truly
How my lonely struggle came to be.
Well, I guess I've said enough already,
or have I really?
The world is filled with people making a "change,"
shooting in war, violence, building walls, working
Too much, being alone in a corner, shades, strange.
"One day they will get theirs!" I say-but lucky for them,
They have a whole lot of padding and cushion
So they can just keep bellying up to the bar again
And again and again...