Music is language
Language tells lies
Deception is danger
Protection applies

I believe in my TV
But does TV believe in me?

If my mind is truly free,
Why is it I should believe
Any gosh **** thing I see?

Community mutiny
Collective immunity
To social insanity
Hysterical fantasy

To the Blank Page
Poetry is Death

There is no; there is yes
There is endless distress

There is hope; there is fear
There is many a tear

In company shed
Or alone on my bed

But among all the weeds
All the bruises and bleeds

Some places are pleasant
Some periods bring peace

Internal journalist
Pitiful moralist
Brave declarations
Cleverly made

My words are a weapon
An army attacking
Myself - but my friendships
Are casualties laid

Found a glimpse of hope
Hidden inside all the hurt
Think I'll take a chance