The Vanishing Sky
I gaze beneath a vanishing sky
As trees stand frozen bare,
And midnight's cold helps multiply
The growing foretold despair.
Man's flying machines pierce the calm
Like peals of sharp thunder,
And bright things Man once looked upon
No longer hold such wonder.
Shattered
Darkness lurks within the bowels of my soul
Insanity is the loss of control
My spirits demise when legends fall
When times seem hopeless I only withdrawal
What do I pay for the price of it all
Another day with my back to the wall
What do I see, hear, touch, or feel?
What makes me human, what makes me real?
Is life an abstract flashback,
or a no tact paperback?
Am I a puppet, am I a pawn
am I merely a tablet for time to write on?
Better save your pity, save your regret
Save your money don't forget.
Early to bed, early to rise
makes a young man grow old.
It's not healthy to lie
Say goodbye to the darkness
goodbye to the dawn
What's left is the balance
when every thing's gone.
Now I lay myself down to rest,
life
It came and it went,
so quick
I protest.
Scraps of Flesh
Are we merely scraps of flesh
here to break the wind?
We dangle like bait
on life's rusty hook.
R
e
a
l
me
I
n
Clue me in,
Can we taste the sun or moon?
We admire their beauty from afar,
But do we know what they really are?
T
e
a
c
h
me
b
r
o
t
h
e
r
Quench my curiosity.
I'm losing my sanity
again. Thoughts pour like broken glass,
time pricks me with a thousand pins.
W
a
k
e
me,
allow me the vision of truth,
break bread when
I daydream, let me live again!
A
L
a
r
m
me
when I straggle, disarm me
when I hate.
Don't give up on evolution.
Fairy tales won't
compensate.
E
n
c
h
a
n
t
me
enhance me,
challenge me to think.
As long as I'm alive,
let me live!
P
u
s
h
me
t
o
the brink
AnAbstract Flashback
Darkness lurks within the bowels of my soul
Insanity is the loss of control
My spirits demise when legends fall
When times seem hopeless I only withdrawal
What do I pay for the price of it all
Another day with my back to the wall
What do I see, hear, touch, or feel?
What makes me human, what makes me real?
Is life an abstract flashback,
or a no tact paperback?
Am I a puppet, am I a pawn
am I merely a tablet for time to write on?
Better save your pity, save your regret
Save your money don't forget.
Early to bed, early to rise
makes a young man grow old.
It's not healthy to lie
Say goodbye to the darkness
goodbye to the dawn
What's left is the balance
when every thing's gone.
Now I lay myself down to rest,
life
It came and it went,
so quick
I protest.
Emotional Sabotage
Life is emotional sabotage,
yes angels have wings
but there are no morals
for meaningless things.
Wise men are wise
because they can learn.
They seek their own ignorance,
it's knowledge they yearn.
Comfort is pleasure
in everything you do
desire is the driver
it's the back seat for you.
Life is emotional sabotage
you're not in control
it's all a lie,
they only dig you a hole.
Fools are ignorant
because they won't learn
they baste with pride
while their egos burn.
Temptation's your master
it leads you astray
you pay for tomorrow
with what you covet today.
The Stepfather
You use seniority like a weapon
to hold my youth hostage.
Pain is your ransom.
You mix anger with rageful fear tactics
to garner respect.
Who is really afraid?
You charge sorrow like a credit-card
to spare yourself guilt.
Time will bill you with interest.
I Am Civliized
I am civilized, this I am,
though I deny the very instincts
that make me human.
I live within walls of brick and mud.
I breathe central air.
I burn artificial wood.
It's never wise to say what I feel,
no matter how true,
that's just far too real.
I teach my children to do as I say,
for if they did what I do
there'd be hell to pay.
I'll walk past the hungry but yield to a sign.
My stairs are the lowly
cause, hey! I've got mine!
I destroy mother earth, because I can.
I am civilized,
this I am.
