A looming gray slate
Just another date
On the calendar
Maybe I frowned or
Grimaced in hate
My self imposed fate

Computer screen flickers
I start to bicker
Haranguing at death
With liquor on my breath
No argument or dicker
Makes the reaper come quicker

Pain over comfort
La petite mort yogurt
Brings no satisfaction
Just a fraction of reaction
Accentuating the hurt
As the squirt hits the dirt.

Clover and thistles adorn my view;
the tress stretch majestically above.
There's also dandelions, but only a few
the wind whispers sweet nothings of love

The sky stares down into my soul;
the lazy clouds thick with recollection.
I float away from all earthly goals;
to join myself in deep introspection.  

There I find her sitting in full lotus;
batting her eyelashes with rainbow skin
I crawl slowly towards her like a tortoise;
her mind reaches out to bring me in.

She gently molds me like softened clay;
her electric touch raises my skin.
The useless parts are cast far away.
Her bellowing voice says "begin again!"

My eyes bolt open to the sound of thunder;
A soft summer rain begins to fall.
Was that just a dream I began to wonder;
or will I be a changed man after all.

Hey John can you tell me how you've been.
The world has been a nightmare with no end
Since you were shot and dropped your pen
Can you help us remember how to imagine again

Whether heaven is real or just a big old fake
Seems trivial while the Earth trembles and quakes
Your far out ideas created a peaceful wake.
But now we're screaming in Hell's boiling lake

Have you noticed we still fight over imaginary lines
Generals get off ripping out young men's spines
The congregation still drinks blood from steins
Mega churches are built like ******* shrines

It sure is embarrassing and I'm sure your sad
That we'd rather shoot instead of lending a hand
Our brothers and sisters are hungry in far off lands
Yet the war pigs keep us fighting in shifting sands.

They had to **** you to silence your peaceful dream
Your message of love made the dominator scream
Now everyone's addicted to plastic that gleams
Worshiping an apple while their master schemes.

Someone
A rueful smile mistaken for kindness.
Stone faced strangers callously staring through my cries.
Deaf ears unable to hear my pleas for mercy.
Uncaring eyes watching my insane words tumble from my mind.
Anyone
Anything but this
Please hold my head as I drill the hole.
May the ghosts of yesterday find their peace in the sunrise of today.
Alone
Spiraling towards peaceful oblivion
Beyond pain and hope.
Cascades of light enveloping my being.
The collective one dances to the mid-summer's breeze
Stillness within perpetual motion.
My tears are dried.
I am you and you are me.
Completion

As I'm sitting and waiting for the Eastern glow.
The same words repeat over and over again in my head.
An ending or a new beginning. An ending or a new beginning.
Is there really a difference or will that tiger endlessly chase its tail?

I was never born nor will I ever die.
This is the truth revealed behind the veil.
All worries are gone, lost in the shifting sands of impermanence
As I once was I will be again.
Care to dance?

I shall not shed a tear as I leave this place.
For my heart is full and pure.
I'm like a cloud diminishing without a trace.
The echo of my voice will remain through the years.

The depth of pain he's feeling can't be described.
He walks the halls alone with no one by his side.
He's slammed into a locker or punched in the face.
There's nowhere to escape in this scholarly place.

He walks home burning.  
His world has stopped turning.
His heart holds a yearning.  
His stomach is churning.

He goes into his dad's room to look under the bed.
The colors in his mind swirl a ****** red.
He grabs the gun and begins to plan their demise.
For once he'd like to see the fear of God in their eyes.

He slowly walks to school.
He won't be anyone's fool.
His bag holds revenge's tool.
They'll stop whipping the mule.

When he walks through the door everything goes black.
He blindly squeezes the trigger during his insane attack.
The screams and pain around him don't reach his ears.
When the bullets run out his eyes begin to stream tears.

He drops to the cold floor.
Did he cause this gore?
His soul spills from his core.
He's wide awake once more.

Later that day he sits alone in a cramped cell.
He already knows that he's been ****** to hell.
He wishes that he could change the fury he showed.
But he was a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

He prays for his soul.
This was never the goal.
He's dug his own hole.
He hears the bell toll.

A terrible sunrise stains my face;
bloodied cheeks and a bruised chin.
My heart doesn't belong to this place;
lost in the maze of pain deep within.

A rusty sigh escapes my scarred lips;
still trembling from a night of terror.
Why must I always follow the same script;
every decision I make is a fatal error.

Slowly I try to climb out of my bed;
but the glue of fear holds me fast.
Just hurry and bury me, I'm already dead;
my chest moves but my spirit has passed.

Please lift me up to a celestial sphere;
where the welcoming Autumn wind swirls
At the cool spring drinks a newborn deer;
This newborn child dances and whirls.