Missing
Maybe lost
Situation unclear
It's a mystery now, but I miss you
and I wish you were hear.

I don't know where you went off to,
but I'm okay
and I wish the same for you
Maybe we can hang out
again someday…

I see the world the same way
I always did,
except I don't expect to get my liver pickled
just to get some laughs and eat a burger
or ride a bike and catch some fresh air.
Sobriety feels a little bit like I've been murdered….

But maybe it's just growing up though.
Whatever it is,
I ******* hate it;
look like a stranger in my
own
home
town

It's not all bad.
I mean I still got my best friend sleeping next to me
and I still got
my dogs
my kids
my health
and a job to keep me busy,
so….

I guess this lonely guy ain't so lonely
I guess I'm just bored
I guess I'm just missing invitations.
Maybe there just haven't been any.
Maybe everybody's scared
that I won't react well to company
without being *******,
blacked out drunk,
throwing chunks of memory to the wind
and my life to the nine hells.

Well, at least I've got what I've got.
Some people have way less you know?
Guess I'll paint a picture smiling
Over reality’s frown.
Guess I'm just having an up day that's a little down.

From one thing to another
Molded
Formed
Stretched out across an expanse

Shifting to shape' s surface
Whatever service it is
Appearing stagnant, but never really quite still
I evaporate and reform upon your window's sill

Sometimes I never really leave
Still others never remember seeing me,
but I'm there nonetheless
Through thick and thin,
smooth sailing and choppy stress

I'm never afraid to stay or leave
Whether I gather upon the tip of a leaf
or blade of grass
or rain down upon all of Earth's creeks and crags,
for I am like water,
and I'll always be back for another dance...

There's a galaxy in Orion's belt
A cats paw
caught in a catchpaw
with a glass eye that sees all

Come one come all
Everybody knows
see saws are no fun alone
and a dog's day is destitute without his bone

Nowadays, nobody can
solve a problem
without a little help
from a smartphone

But back in my day,
phones were much dumber
and if you wanted to get a hold of somebody,
You had to hold onto a number
and keep it locked up safe
inside your head away from
all the other useless clutter

But all this technology
We're so proud of
has landed us in the same spot in the stars

We're all still standing here smiling at
at our tiny little screens
ignoring all of the rest of the world
with all of their silent screams
while the galaxy still sits;
safely tucked away in Orion's belt,
and we walk on by;
Comfortably oblivious
to just how small we really are...

Ghosts walk these streets
The remnants of conflicts
of the past
Blood was spilled for soil
and the spoils
of war are baked beans
hotdogs
hamburgers
and coleslaw

The ghosts smile at the
peace,
passing through the streets
filled with the smell of
food and good times

These ghosts fought hard
and died well

Never let their egos swell
past the pins and medals fastened
to their chests

Never sat in judgement over
the mirth and laughter had
at their expense

Never reveled in boastful pride
or worried whether anyone
remembered why they died

But to be happy in their deaths
that the living could be
thankful
greatful
and speak kind words with their breaths

For judgement about how
someone spent a Sunday sulking
to the extent
of how history would affect
the macaroni and cheese
was for the living to worry about

A lot could be learned from a ghost
if we stilled our beating hearts to listen
if we let those be what they will be
and worry about me
instead of thee

Some light candles and say a prayer
Some light grills with no frills.
Some put their feet up and sleep
happy for the extra day off.

These ghosts smile similarly
upon all of them contentedly
happy to see
that they died a death of honor
so that we could live free.

Ghosts walk these streets
The remnants of conflicts
of the past
Blood was spilled for soil
and the spoils
of war are baked beans
hotdogs
hamburgers
and coleslaw

The ghosts smile at the
peace,
passing through the streets
filled with the smell of
food and good times

These ghosts fought hard
and died well

Never let their egos swell
past the pins and medals fastened
to their chests

Never sat in judgement over
the mirth and laughter had
at their expense

Never reveled in boastful pride
or worried whether anyone
remembered why they died

But to be happy in their deaths
that the living could be
thankful
greatful
and speak kind words with their breaths

For judgement about how
someone spent a Sunday sulking
to the extent
of how history would affect
the macaroni and cheese
was for the living to worry about

A lot could be learned from a ghost
if we stilled our beating hearts to listen
if we let those be what they will be
and worry about me
instead of thee

Some light candles and say a prayer
Some light grills with no frills.
Some put their feet up and sleep
happy for the extra day off.

These ghosts smile similarly
upon all of them contentedly
happy to see
that they died a death of honor
so that we could live free.

Blistered ego like a fractured egg
All the shoes fit,
so you walked out the store with a hundred empty boxes
and a broken twelve step program with your **** on hurt

Worried about words when
you really didn't have any to begin with
Just a picture with some meaningless *******
in one hand and spit in the other,
and when you clapped,
you got a
******
spitty
face

But I didn't mean to upset you
Not really though
I should've stuck to my plan in the first place
and iced this birthplace
of rage
and wrote a poem about it the next day

But what the **** do you want from me anyway?
I'm only human
Born to make mistakes,
but I'll drive this stake
through your heart with a tongue dagger
I'll say what I feel so hard it'll make you
stagger
and stutter step backwards
like "That guy's got some nerve!!!"

Sometimes I'm a butterfly
kissing you on the cheek sweetly
Other times I'm a fly on a brick wall listening
Still other times I'm the brick in your head glistening
with your drool
and your five mile stare
of disbelief that I would dare
hit you with the truth

No worries though
I only act like this on days that end in "Y"
You'll be okay
or you won't
All that really matters is that I'm gonna sleep good tonight...


regardless

My heart goes out to all the victims
of circumstance
Bombs bursting
Flesh torn to a tattered mess
Blood spattered
Sidewalks full of brain matter
and bones splintered
into nothing more than pick up sticks

In a world crying
and dying
for remorse,
all we see is your face
Staring
and uncaring
A toothy grin lights your dark visage
and your word for word interpretation
of your puny god's message
to dispatch the souls of the infidel
like trees felled
in a forest for not being hard enough

Just what are you trying to do?
You're all kookoo
for cocoa puffs
and the band plays along
to your song
too afraid to pass judgement
too afraid to get it wrong

You should know
that there are those of us
sitting
waiting
in the shadows
juggling our hammers
ready to lay hands of retribution on you
Just as soon as somebody says GO!
For thine eyes are filled with hate
and blood lust
and our hammers will fall for you