Some things are simply understood
Without the need for spoken word
Others better said out loud
So they may be heard

Some thoughts are better unexposed
So not to harm the atmosphere
Others need to fly and soar
To land on lover's waiting ear

Hold the tongue, bite the lip
Let not insults from it trip
But compliments that smooth the way
Let them see the light of day

A spark
Smoldering so silently
But still there nonetheless
They never forget

Not visible
To the left a little bit
Or to the right
In a corner
Out of sight

Evaporated once,
But somebody added water
So it simmers still
Sits there
Invisible and angry ready to spill

Been there for as long as I remember
Somebody showed me once
They showed you too
And as much as we tried to forget
It kept coming and coming back
Rearing it's ugly head

We'd say we don't have time for this
Let's move on!
That's what got us here in the first place
Just leaving it to boil on a back burner
Letting its power grow ever strong

But here it is now
Right up front for all to see
Split down the middle
Couldn't spit across the faulty divide
However hard we tried.

We can build a bridge,
But we'd better do it quick!
This division will swallow us whole
Or divided either way

Hate doesn't care
It's just hungry
It will eat anything
It's moved in now,
And it's here to stay...

Chicken Littles coming out of the wood work
Like maggots out of a dead deer dangling
From Santa's sleigh ride

Got a devil in the white house
What's new?
You can't recycle old news
You can't put dead bodies in church pews

Pockets full of politics
Heads stuck in blenders
We'll all become activists
As long as Samsung and Zuckerberg can make it happen
On eight inch screens!

Never lifted a finger for a cause past a ballot box
Never gave a fork full of ***** for bums sleeping in parking lots

All of a sudden,
Everyman was stuck apologizing to a female
For an offhand comment
To an off brand television host

Meanwhile, it's still cool to walk up to a reporter
From the five o'clock news
And **** her right in the *****
While she's recording the neighborhood's on going blues!

But hey!  As long as he's not running for office,
He can say what he wants in front of cameras
About any jive female's orifice
Right?

Hmm...

I'm sorry,
Maybe I'm just confused
I don't know what's right anymore
When everything's wrong....
I'd rather just crawl back into my 20 something hole
And take hits from some ****.

I need a good body guy
My ride is a wreck
The engine just sputters
All of the passengers are *****

I give up hope
I think it's a total loss
No one wants to listen anymore
and everyone's the boss.

No comfy couch
No chains to bind me
Just a road and two legs
With no one to come and find me

Got a staff
and a good pair of boots
Couple grey hairs in a bristled beard
Rudderless fits best when your chopped off at the roots

The road in front of me
Looks a lot like the one behind
Empty, baron wasteland of paint and asphalt
faces ahead unseen similar to the others distorted with time

No place to rest
My weary and aching bones
No one left to believe in here nor there
Never really was anyway so far from home

People are beasts
Weighed down by the burdens they bare
But I drag a wagon to carry them lightly
And pretend that I don't care

But my hands tire
From the heavy load behind me
So I let it go and carry on further and further still
For I am the traveler, and I have no teathers to keep me here