Strange says a stranger walking past one day.
He said it twice and looked away.
The same man passes on the second day.
He was set up to speak but chose to walk away.
The third day the man stared at me in vain
and before he could speak, he slips off his cane.
Has a stroke and without hope,
falls down on park lane.
As I approached to help
he whispered and said,
my cards have been dealt.
Then he pulls out a picture of a kid
and says I messed up…
I could see what he was implying,
as the kid’s face resembled mine.
The medics arrive and not to my surprise,
they paid his fading heart no mind.
No attempt to revive this man
with no sense of time.
He’s gone my dear the medic says.
Shaking my head I looked and said,
I fear he was never here.

The Garden of Eden was entombed.
Filled with roses that never bloomed.
The same roses that were once watered,
are now roses that have been devoured.
Despite the ill thoughts colored blue,
we were never sick of each other.
No cough, no flue.
This sadness is too much for trial...
One could be in and out of denial,
and still this world wouldn’t care.
So treat it mean, stay a fiend.
Smoke up the air and live the dream.
And before you know it...
End scene

I dream of world peace, and liberation.
Dreams of global happiness, free from sadness.
To rebel, is to fight against those who oppress.
But this can’t be the way, it is only bad press.
If we unite as mankind, there will be no guilt.
We can stand as one, or individually be killed.
The constant fight, between the people
and their rights.
If we see past the greed we can again
achieve sight...
of faith in humanity, in nations, in parity.
There’s already enough suffering,
we don’t need more brutality.
If common ground is found...
No racism, no white, black or brown.
We can stand as one people.
One voice, with one sound.