God told Abraham
Take your boy up the mountain
**** him for me
Show me some love
What an *******
I couldn’t drink beer with the guy

A blank page of hope cracked like porcelain
The light fades and darkness seeps through
Crumpled in the trash, start again
Beauty and elegance
Bright reds and yellows
Floral print gowns and freckle kissed skin
A hateful snarling stretched mouth
Blatant hurtful words and red lights
Crumpled on the couch
A new suit, haircut and polished black shoes
Tonight we got drinks
A little hope and a touch of scent
Growing feelings of love lost in the confusion
Translucent optimism
Crumpled at a table for two bearing a neon sign screaming vacancy
Liquor bottles and oceans of cigarette butts
A scratchy blanket and some reruns of the late show
The whiny tones of some country western romantic on the radio
The bellows of a 3 a.m. train
Crumpled in the shallow heart of suburbia
The first breathe of fresh air for three weeks
The stinging criticism of sunlight
Cut grass and the earths slow steady breathing under foot
A ***** kitchen and some worn out jeans
A meaningful life full of meaningless time
Soccer games and sitcoms
Crumpled in a compact car  
Memories in a bag set on a shelf just out of reach
Brittle bones and worn skin
More reruns of the late show
Waiting for Christmas and thanksgiving and the recliner
Confusion and hurt
Crumpled in the ground

Its science versus religion
And cognitive thought versus deranged fantasy
Wars fought for love where loves lost and heroes are burned, cherished, forgotten
Little boys with ***** faces and sticks
Teenagers with cars
Young adults with assault rifles
Men in jail some with bars some with front doors a fax machines
Trees that reach the sky and some that wither crack and die
Burning thoughts of the afterlife a fire fueled by fear of death
The chance of being wrong
The opposite thought of being right keeping you grounded in the daylight
But fleeting in the night escaping just like the sun to comfort some other being
The loneliness of lying awake with a deranged mind running free
Clawing its way from your brain
Grandpa’s dead and dads on his way out
And moms still preaching the gospel
And gods still ******* on ashes but not putting out fires
Cities crumble and rebuild and repeat
Everything is a cycle love, hate, lust, love, hate, die, repeat
Breathe in oxygen exhale ***** and regurgitated knowledge
Of free press movements and the civil war
Fighting, sleeping, *******, eating, drinking, smoking, hurting, smiling
Fields of crops that feed nations and economies
They grow then comes harvest and their end
Just like us harvested in the end to feed nations and economies
Words that burn politicians and inspire masses
Bombs that end lives and ******* children
But prove were right and your wrong
Our god is bigger than yours he has more firepower too
Wrong side of the tracks on the wrong side of the ocean
Worms eat dirt what a pathetic existence
They eat dirt, **** dirt then die
We eat love **** love then die
We’re just worms
Bigger, intelligent, more aesthetically pleasing worms
Hateful thoughts and bold words
Worldly views from the comfort of a laptop
Medication and frozen dinners
Sick, fat and dying
Life is beautiful

Floating
The ceiling is my bed
A dusty breath of reality hits the floor
Six a.m. alarm and a ***** nurse vanishes
A dog in the street
Cold rain
Awful ******* people in their awful ******* cars
The smell of fast food and lying cheating shadows
The world is grey and cold then warm and comforting
Just confusion
The TV lulls and the noises fade into everything else that isn’t remembered
Just some more distraction some more drug
Just legal
Some more love
Just fake
Hamburgers and beer
Water and spaghetti
Passing clouds and birds
I envy birds their freedom they are limitless
But they are stupid
Car crashes **** ****** abortion ******
Apple juice and cigarettes
Terrorists
Preachers
Cows, ducks
No one and nothing
Going no where when they die 
There will be a lot of disappointed people
Just standing there saying what the **** man
A nice ***, wet ***** and a pair of ****
Some jealousy and a ***** of a wife
A kid that you love but he leaves too eventually
That apartment in the city you used to have
That one you wanted to leave but long for now
A blow-job and a shot of whisky
An eighty-dollar tab and an upside down car
The radio plays nothing you recognize
The kids all dress different and talk like ******* lunatics
Foaming at the mouth and cussing life
God is gone he said he wasn’t coming back anytime soon
Not for you at least
Maybe when you have kids and don’t wish you were that bird
Maybe just long enough for you to say
What the **** man

When you lay me in the ground
and my feet never walk again
leave my shoes by the door
because I'll return

When you lay me in the ground
and my mouth refuses to sing
keep a tape recorder by your side
soon I'll sing again

When you lay me in the ground
and my hands can write no more
leave a pen on my nightstand
beauty will again grace your eyes

When I'm finally gone
left to feed the earth
don't try to hide your tears
soon I will return to wipe your face clean

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
so where do all my bad ones get me
I've never held more than a flicker to mention
of breaking away from normality
For me the roads not paved with what once mentioned
but instead with ill repeats
See that's the funny thing about repetition
it can always guarantee  defeat

Good or bad
Sharp and dull
Work or play
Light and dark
Smart or dumb
Young and old
Worthless all the same
In the end its still over