Too many eyes are looking at the painting of
yesterday me and can't even
acknowledge me anymore and so
I learned to hide behind it
and walk around with it hanging over
my face
and it's nice not seeing anyway.

Too many souls are buried under the landfill
where a city once stood
where a tree once grew from
tears of creatures and people
and where children laughed a long
long time ago
forgotten under a
rotten smell

Even love is useless if we all refuse to use it.
does that mean we don't deserve to feel ?
No one wants to think about karma and
a kindness that we lack and the depths
of the twisted psychology of greed
taking over instead of basic need.

Too many lives are wasted,
too many stories copied and pasted
and bodies walking without brains
in a dark and menacing place
that leaves no trace of the
hearts left beating in the rains.

Bees, by the leaves, oh please receive my hand to the hive,
where you grow you golden sweet love of mine,
Just fill my hands with a love so divine
How do you buzz with no cares on your mind?
I wouldn't attempt to look for the signs,
for you and I are too poor to die
And we are all alive in the summer sky
where He still shines in all our lives
And I still cry when I think how you died, and how I'm still alive,
and for now I must try to survive, and I lie to my wife when I say I love her, but there's another inside,
I won't make it out alive,
when the truth is living but I'm trying to close the door,
but You keep pushing,
I cannot resist,
As I sit on the drive with my hand in the hive,
Licking honey from inside

like a piece of paper
printed-stored in a dark file
then -after a while placed inside a shredder
that how useless i felt
when our love went through the wire
it doesnt matter how much i couldve prayed
but i had fallen pray
of this cycle of life that happens day by day

like a piece of paper
i got recycled-re vived again
as to become useful to somone
out there
willing to make me appreciated again
turning me into something different
making me feel useful again

pegz (c)