Good Semaritans

With tired words
and a vacuous stare
you are told about
reasons why you should care
and how you have come up short
but in the end you
can't imagine why you should

with hollow words
on slow wagging tongues
you are told why
your way of life is useless
and to wanton ideas you have succumb
but you don't mind
long ago they left their lives behind

with empty words
that echo through the years
have they stripped many
from which they really cared
not so humanity will be a better race
but to justify themselves
by making everyone a disgrace

In an old tangled wood

In an old tangled wood
Of thorn and spine
Lost to drought and
The ravages of time
You cast out insults
With indiscriminate airs
Howling your hollow words
Pretending some actually cared
With a crown of thorns
Pressed on your eyes
Alligator tears you cried

In an old rusted cage
Of iron and bronze
Buried in the sands
Of many years beyond
Wretched the old
Demented sage
Spewing words of hate
And damnation for the ingrates
And though his tongue sharp
And his voice loud
He was lost in the crowd
Detonate

What was yours
Is now mine
Your steely hands
Could not choke the life
Better than mine

And your hubris
Will be your demise
God is on my side
If He can't be mine
Then we will all die

No better days
Can you hope to have
We are all prisoners
Pawns in the Almighty's
Absent hands

And the children did say
Hallelujah as they marched to the grave
And the thin ice of faith
Did swallow them to its depths through grace

Forever tomorrows
But dragging the anchor
Of a sealed fate
We beg to our betters
For what we needed
To keep us on our way
And forever with deaf ears
And with blind eyes
Do block our way
At least for one more
Tired day

RE: the actors

But as an actor on this plastic stage
with all the hype and confusion
and all the ignorance that has
taken the place of personality
Froths up like warm beer
and the foam gets in the eyes
it blurs the sight
and all that is known is direction
shouted from the side
acting blind on some near jerk reactions
stupefied beyond belief
and no this isn't a state
that was work to during the day
we wake up this way
its become a reality
of our own stupidity
only generations of ignorance
could make us this deranged

A Change of Profession

I would never make a good house keeper
its not that I am lazy
it just I don't think of it
I don't see it
It doesn't register
My mind and my interest
lay in other places
with other objectives
or lack there of
But constantly I am admonished
for just being lazy
or a sloth or filthy
okay, level your accusations
keep adherence to your rules and systems
but let me give you some advice
I can tell you a that you
would be happier managing
an office supply store
than calling yourself an artist

Thanks for the hospitality

At the barrel of my gun, on your knees
As I march into this foreign land and declare
I am you friend and not your enemy
So it is true, and so it shall be
As I shoot your sister in the teeth

He sat there not caring for the difference
Two months of uncertainty and pain
were enough to thicken his skin again
All he knew was he didn't give a fuck
But for a few short hours the bottle had always given him luck
So he indulged
but nothing was resolved
the same tired story on a new day
well that is what they say
when there is no distinction
how is that proof
of something new
TV wasn't a cure... drugs
were temporary fun
But at the same time to be an alcoholic
is the lesser of all evils when all is said and done
Some where there was a lie
Some time someone pissed in his eyes leaving him blind
But to no confession he awoke
walking funny to the joke
Gravity to the train of thought
wrecking the higher message sought
well maybe, if it all wasn't a lie
of which there is no guarantee
of which there is nothing to comply
but in the morn, when the head was wrecked
there wasn't much solace to offer
so he took another hit

Hate from all directions
for the sake of over
masculine erections

hate from all sides
cover your face and
try to futilely hide

Hate is the boundary
defining the low man's
inherent stupidity

Hate is all I find
But what can you say
when it comes from inside