Ok blog readers, today is the day that I actually follow through on a promise, or more like a comment I made on my first blog, that I will actually post some of my writing. This is largely due to the fact that I do not have time to actually write a blog today. This is also a great time to stop reading and go to something important like organize your shoes or listen to some good music.
So, with that being said, here is a little look at the time waste that is my writing.
Fame
We seek out fame
If only to mask our shame
And try to excuse who we are
From ourselves, we try to hide
Living with lovers
With no love inside
By our hand
We rape the land
Just to see another empty building stand
Raised in the video age
Fingers no longer feel the turning of a page
Living with constant stimulation
Opinions formed by media manipulation
Drive through meals
Office on wheels
We want it now
Don’t care how
Just meet the need
Of our evolving greed
White Lies
Can I think you’re wrong
And still support the theory of a bomb
Is there a higher form of hypocrisy
Then what we pass as democracy
The unthinking majority
Living in totality
How long can we overlook the casualty
Feed them
Bleed them
Delete them
Honor them
Award them
Bring them home and ignore them
Do we suffer the delusion
Of a national inclusion
Ingrained patriotism
Ever present cynicism
Rotating on an economic axis
When we are done, Plaque us
How long can we deny
The unending trail of lies
How long can we pretend
We are not the one with fences to mend
Did it really start with the fiery skies
Did it begin with no fear in their eyes
Ask the right question
And they tell the white lie
Counting Sheep
The devils dance in my head as I lie in bed trying to sleep
Won’t you help me count my sheep
Lord, won’t you help me count my sheep tonight
I’m colored in both the dark and light
Lord won’t you help me count my sheep tonight
I’ve got nowhere for the thoughts to go
So I restlessly toss to and fro
The burden weighs heavy on my mind
Of these crosses I choose to bear
Of these mountains I choose to climb
I’m just killing time
Lord knows I’m just killing time tonight
There’s no more room for angels
In this darkened land
So carefully made empty
By our own hands
Like the dying end of heaven
It all comes tumbling down
The Bottle
Staring down the bottle
Searching for an answer
That can’t be found
In the absence of the answer
I just continue to drown
The whiskey fills the hole
That time has worn in my soul
There was a time when I knew who I was
A time when I knew where to go
When the darkness surrounded me
Now it’s too painful to show
How my soul is broken
And my wings don’t know how to fly
It’s been so long since I’ve even thought to try
So I just push it down
Down deep inside
And keep away from those that might see
The pain behind these eyes
Alone is no way to stay alive
But I’m not sure that I haven’t already died
