Obelisk of black, shades in all directions;
death's become a knack, creatures void affection.
Blood is all about, with battle raging on;
soldiers absent doubt, will never be withdrawn.

Glory still fleeting, tales were never told;
pointlessly repeating the wars of new and old.

Have you ever seen a moonlight rain,
a blue-lit mist of lost arcane?
Have you ever seen a daylight star,
shooting swiftly from near to far?

Have you ever seen a grizzly's tears,
fish obscured by new built weirs?
Have you ever seen the eagle laugh,
as across the sky, clouds paint his path?

Have you ever seen the ocean stale,
a roaring beast behind a veil?
Have you ever seen a forest bland,
of broken limbs and blackened sand?

Have you ever seen the midnight light?
sun amidst dark, and the sky ignites.

A dim lit night amongst the rainbow bridge
Love not softened by the lingering fog
Sharing memories atop this steady ridge
The last farewell, sweet goodbye, and prologue
Of a fleeting story. Before sunrise
All regret will be vanquished beyond doubt
No more time to dwell on yesterday's lies
Share all hopes and dreams before the lust drought
Below the skyscrapers, tender a kiss
City lights linger along with wet haze
A moment of lifetimes and potent bliss
Hearts beating faster, eyes begin to glaze
Unfettered life together through and through
I'm just a prisoner when without you.

Nocturnal gypsy
gnawing at the neglected
passengers from alley voids

An insomniac
bored with sleepless nights alone
wandering the fractured night.

It is the era of aerosol and quick drying paints.
Nocturnal beings of angst and rage,
tags with demons mocking saints.

Turn on the news, what do you see?
Testament to the world's misery.
Cheap lit tunnels of black and beige,
for the righteous 'tis the perfect stage.

From boor to bold, in quick fashion,
magnificent walls of exploding passion.
Social themes? Put a dash in.
Something about food stamps or field rations.

The can is violent, the man is not.
Only the walls it fought.
Bombing the streets
while promoting world peace.
Feel the wrath of mighty pen,
I dare you- paint me white again.

The grit in this world seems to be gone,
all of us have just become pawns
in this static, yet enigmatic,
state of mowed lawns, and designer shoes.
Yesterday, I asked for a hammer,
to fix things up around here,
and was asked if I wanted red or blue?
Because everything nowadays is a choice.
I said to the man in a soft voice, "I'm colorblind."
If only to remind him that it didn't matter what color the hammer was.
Because you see, regardless of whether the hammer is red or blue,
I'm still going to nail and glue
this world together again.
And make a world where cranes have feathers
and not tall steel bars,
and life is just a really surreal cigar.
Tasty and lustful.
Mysterious, but certainly not mistrustful.
A world where only adjectives can make a complete sentence,
and not create any repentance.
Are you catching my drift?
Grasping the concept?
If your mind is still adrift,
then leave it there.
Let it float around until it reaches something profound.
Then come back.
Join the rest of us for a mid-afternoon snack,
with lemonade and empathy.
Ginger snaps and morality.
And a rainbow.
Even if I am colorblind.

Looking through a complex eye
poisoned by countless vials of nitroglycerin
the world sings a familiar tune of
an ineradicable human urge for lethal conflict.

A world view
of culturally intolerant tyrants and a place
where Robin Hood does not exist, instead
his former self sits wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity.
Society now aids the pauper,
who is but a superficial vagabond sitting intrigued by
hopeless people from distant lands.

As the innocent of Beirut lie murdered
the reaper tastes regret,
while bank accounts paint self portraits
instilled by ephemeral yet righteous morality.
Dangerously speeding through the lanes of life
to make it home just before it rains;
the world all encompassing
is never the concern.

Halos hover above diet pills dressed in simple linens
for everything is an easy fix;
lies, hatred, ignorance, and blatant evil,
all can be fixed by ignoring the even lies (the even lines that lie above).