We can sit and and talk
And there’s no conversation,
Just hollow words filled with empty sentiment
Concealing what’s left unsaid,
Except by our actions,
That scream

I should not be surprised by the hypocrisy,
It’s not hidden, it’s as thin as a veil,
Over eyes that look but refuse to see
The forked tongue and serpents tail.
Honor is weak and integrity frail
Poisoned by lies and strangled by fear,
Bargained like Faust at a crossroad sale,
Cheaply exchanged for something unclear.
One mans dream becomes another’s tear
Common ground as fertile as salted earth,
Dead as Christ at the tip of Longinus’ spear
Hemorrhaging but without hope for rebirth.
Hope, like a waning a moon grows dark
The Future unclear down this path we embark

The wheel turns as summer greens turn yellow
And we see, as in life, there is beauty in death
Bursts of Fall bombast, settle on earths pillow,
A harbinger of new life waiting to draw breath

I travel through time, across vast distance.
My minds eye, immune to physical laws
Through my senses, I transport, in an instance
To places and people my memory draws.
In bitter sweet detail past and present combine
People and places I’ve long since been shown
The memories that made me project in my mind
A movie, somehow animated but rigid as bone.
Spread thin as a spiders web across time
Delicate silken threads, strong but fleeting
Breaking on the breeze as each hour chimes
Fading as distant twinkling light energy depleting.
It’s true, as they say, you can’t go back home,
To names and places etched on tombstones

Today I awoke, and the world seemed broken.
Another pound of flesh to the landlords and banks,
The real masters to whom we’re beholden.
A grimacing smile tinged with blood is my thanks.
One offer after another, we just can’t refuse
A diagnosis away from disaster most days.
Accept this as normal, embrace the abuse
We’ve sold out, we all owe, we all pay.
It is possible that one day, if you work hard
You can share more of this wonderful pie,
Just look up your sleeve, you’ll find that card
that suckers believe is there, ‘til they die.
But don’t give up hope, I’m sure it’s all fine,
40 more years of grinding may leave enough time