It's true I've grown too lazy

To chase a dream
or wait to die
To chase the greatest of lies
or inheret a life of ease.

A choice that should not be
made in good company.

The trick is to pass
while you're still alive.
To survive,
knowing the smile will fade last.

A choice that should not be
made at another man's  feet.

Bury the shovel.
Lean the stiffened body to.
in an ever so relaxed posture.

Nothing left to market.
Prop a sign:
'Will work for purpose '

A choice made for an industry.

For mine,  I'm still waiting.
Though it's true, I have grown lazy.

Freedom on the trail,
Been banished by be-trayel,

What was, came to pass,
Heart crushed; Old Sugar Glass.

If it just could be,
Just one more day for me,
Baby, it'd be you-
-I'd have to see...

My Colorado Heart!
       I see you,

Colorado Heart!
       Reach for you,

COLORADO!
        My heart,

...my heart that you are.

Yeah my heart, you are.
...my heart that you are.

As it came for me to leave this place,
All I could think about was your loving embrace,

You were growing further and further apart,
Shattering my heart,

So I decided to put my love on the line,
But I guess I was out of time,

I left and you stayed never knowing how I felt,
How you made me melt,

So I wrote a letter,
I should have known better,

Yet I wrote that letter and hit send,
Hoping that my heart could mend,

You left me questioning,
Everything unanswered,
Always wondering how you felt,
Never knowing the possibility of us.

I cry beware, there's danger there,
But nobody is listening.
I raise my voice and twist my face.
There are tears glistening.
I can see it coming like an ugly beast.
Why the hell can't they smell it at least?
This is going to be like a four-year tsunami,
But sadly, one that won't go away.

All the things we know to be destructive
Are waiting in the wings.
The freedom of us and our nation
May not survive this thing.
While promises of greatness resonate
The putrid smell of recent history
So impatiently waits the doom
While fools bemoan their misery.

The train wreck of modern life
Reverberates in the ears of the wise
And distractions abound in media
While lies are waved before the eyes
Of those loo lazy to leave the couch
To vote or attend meetings or speak;
To stand up for the rights they have
Or find the peace they say they seek.

The national criminals are thrilled
Meanwhile, we are trained to wail
And call evil names about trivia;
About things like someone’s email
And who stands or sits at a game,
Or who is fornicating with who
While, for some, there is nothing
Too immoral some other person can do.

5..4..3..2..
As the new are yet to come,
The old hold a memory and lesson,
Others more then some,
The Irish flame that sparked the session,
Never to jump and rush,
The German eyed filled with hurt,
Never to quit and crush,
The young bull fighter,
Never to seek out the convenient window,
Last drag of the cigarette to feel lighter,
1..0
Now there thought clears into the air,
Like smoke with some care.
                                           -IQ3257