If I could grow a pair of feathered wings
I’d flap ‘em clear to mid next spring
Across icy skies and frosted clouds
I’d flutter past the city crowds
To the mountain peaks and fields of green
Where the air is crisp and the waters clean
I’d float down on Shoshone land
And let those wings erode to sand

If I could wave my arms and fly away
I’d wave and wave till summer days
I’d soar beyond asphalt and steel
To prairie grass and rains that heal
I’d fly towards those wild creatures
Where a starry sky is the only preacher
Id float down on that western vale
And vanish with no trace or trail

If I was blessed with the gift of flight
I’d glide away in the dark of night
In tears I’d leave with no goodbyes
As I beat my wings through smoggy sky’s
And left all I knew and loved behind
I’d cry and cry till I was blind
‘Till I floated towards that Earthly eden
To freeze and burn with passing seasons

These wings they’d fly but one direction
Far from streets paved with dejection
Towards a pink horizon beyond the gray
Where the sun still shines on smoky days There I’d find those golden grasses
And even in beauty in the ashes
I’d fly on down to amber flames
To melt away these heavy chains

But I can’t float or fly or glide
These wings are clipped these hands are tied
So I walk and walk with blistered feet
On crowded, asphalt, dejected streets
Where the air is foul and the water black
Where the flowers sprout through pavement cracks
So when I dream I’m floatin’ by
Soaring towards those crystal sky’s

It’s strange the way people fade into your past and become a memory. Some leave a permanent mark on your psyche, while others will dissipate into obscurity or be forgotten altogether. In one moment these people help form the very essence of your life. In the next they hardly provoke a chuckle or a singular tear. Love decays like rose petals and some friendships only sprout for the spring. But in the now they all mean so much to me. I write this so one day I can look back and remember how feverishly my heart pumped in their presence. How my exuberance abounded with each word that flowed from their souls. But I know such passion only existed in the moment and it will eventually wither into particles of dust. Yet for now my heart crumbles at our severance and my soul weeps, knowing we may not meet until the life after next.

I plod across
A dying land
With a heavy cross
Darkness expands
Such heavy loss
In shaking hands

I flee in panic
With panting breath
Mother is manic
Father brings death
Across the planet
The insects nest

Shall I tie this noose?
Sharpen this blade?
Limber and loose
As vision fades
This self abuse
Is our crusade

Where are you lord?
Oh absent father
Your mindless horde
Is such a bother
All marching toward
Your sacred alter
They can’t afford
To trip or falter
Or Satan’s roar
Will tie their halter

These scorching flames
And leaking blisters
Have many names
Beware my sisters
Our brothers’ games  
Give chills and shivers

Our cities crumble
The sky blackens
The ground rumbles
Within our atoms
A confused jumble
Of forbidden apples

The fallen weep  
Monsoons of tears  
Through wakeful sleep
The masses cheer
As venom seeps
Into their ears

Where are you lord?
Oh absent father
Your mindless horde
Is such a bother
All marching toward
Your sacred alter
They can’t afford
To trip or falter
Or Satan’s roar
Will tie their halter

A discomfort that manifests through a plethora of delusions
Torturous thoughts brutalizing my mind like brain contusions
Causing an endless cycle of suffering and confusion
Sifting through the lies, misunderstandings, and illusions
Chasing the light in the darkness praying for it’s diffusion
A razor blade or a bullet are the only solutions

I’m sailing near the fringes of happiness and despair
Along the river of misery where our souls are stripped bare
On the border of the ignorant who live life without a care
And the knowledgeable hanging from nooses painfully aware
It’s a tumultuous journey to the light bringers lair
And should not be undertaken lightly so you must beware
Of all the deceit, misinformation, traps and snares

Self reflection is a dark wooded path filled with lynched souls
A forest of decaying dreams, aspirations, and goals
Endless entrances and passageways to endless rabbit holes
Demons feasting upon children without restraint or control

They say on the other side there’s sunshine and pastures of green
Crystal clear waters and ceremonies where angels convene
Blue sky’s and warm weather where everyone’s just peachy keen
But all I foresee is warfare, cancer victims, and ruptured spleens
Genocide, systematic **** and all things obscene

The changing of the seasons
Affects my fickle mood
I'm running out of reasons
To drink water or eat food
I'll just ignore the demons
With the screen to witch I'm glued
There is no hope nor beacon
Just suffering to be viewed
After my soul's been beaten
Dripping blood and black and blue
No answers from the deacon
No solution from the pews
No serotonin secretion
Caused by that ****** Mary shrew
So I wait for the completion
Of my spring and winter blues.

A filthy corporate *******
With an advertisement on my back
Pimped out by capitalist demons
Turning tricks for bankers and CEO's
The Johns always asking for favors
And of course I get down on my knees
Businesses, street corners- it's all the same
Each of us selling our bodies and souls
To a hedonistic society.

Distant memories
buried long ago
Rise from the grave
to dance and play.
Some are still sore
when you poke at them
Others have been
romanticized.
Flashbacks of a
childhood cut short
Innocence slain
like a rabid dog.
Places that were  
all burned to ashes
People that now
decompose in dirt.
In my dreams we
all laugh and smile
And wander through
the winding trails
Holding hands in
the endless cornfield
But now the forest
is empty and barren
The corn has rotted
and withered away.
Somewhere out there a
child is buried
Every now and then
I'll visit the grave
Cut off chunks of flesh
and sew them to my own
So he remains
sliced up and rotting
Eternally bleeding
from wishes unrequited.