Watching a river
as it turns
Picking up speed
then turning snow white
is so clinical
Watching my wages
saying goodnight
Before I have enough
to treat the world well
makes me critical
Watching old money
create the new greed
Grinding to dust
all the middle class seeds
should be criminal
Rolling down Wall Street
in a big tank
Growling like a rebel
with a black flag
would feel incredible
Watching my fortunes
as they turn
Keeping my traction
never let them burn
the individual
The lights of life
not meant to dominate
darkness has its place
A thought is bright
until it meets with fate
where the gold is chased
The color white
faces a swift attack
from a soft embrace
A devil raised
just to lay him down
invites the oldest curse
The give and take
follows my heart around
was it ever pure
She blended in the wind
Tried to hide her eyes
Then I followed a trace
of something so alive
It burned right through me
She showed me just enough
followed even closer
Focusing my thoughts on
feelings so intense
I was starting to fly
A movement in the night
Where pleasure is fighting
climbing even higher
flashing like lightning
Sparks against the sky
It burned right through me
Somewhere in this universe
in the lights
the Greys are watching
A count of our mistakes
adds up like scars
across the human face
The respect for all
the wonders in our world
has been bought and sold
The letters are fading
Patience for a race
to worship nature first
or see the damage done
is growing old
Somewhere in this universe
judgment is waiting
Ragged zombies stand in line
tasting a simple soup
before a spoon is raised
Someone saving pennies
in their mind
is so defeated
too ashamed to pray
Watching a sudden show
of violence
blend into the background
Paris
looks so far away
If pollution continues
all natural colors
will turn black and white
Welcome to Neverland
Kicked to the curb
Dance in the weeds
On dirty streets
a welcome mat
of broken dreamers
Crucified unclean
A concrete cross
The nails were cheap
In the open
do the bright eyes
burn the deepest
Logic settles inside
Wildness can explode
Into a world where
someone different
must fight off the wolves
Some citizens are cattle
Rebels know the truth
With each taste of conformity
chain links around your soul
Idle time moves slowly
set against cracked walls
and a generic floor
Those that live beneath
the dying dollar
have a rough routine
that never changes form
A woman in a chair
I see her eyes
no longer crystal
The inner lights
that used to shine
were forced to leave
She gazes at a dryer
seeing hope as an illusion
tangled in the spinning
shirts and sleeves
A life without a face
without a home
outside at night
Can taste cruel desperation
any any time
Early Monday morning
some caught absent
from their church
just yesterday
Dream of nonsense
step on someone
and their cardboard sign
A richer human passes by
Can't see me in the light
So many judges
Don't judge me
The system is so paranoid
Must keep a man in sight
A way of leading
Don't lead me
The new religions pray for cash
Then bleach a soul to white
Who are they saving
Don't save me
A bully with a badge commands
That I give up the fight
He said I'm pushing
Don't push me
The blue eyed beauty looked at me
She's playing with the night
She said I'm sinning
She saved me
The lasting graveyard taste
of broken love
All flavor tarnished
and expanded
by a breath of air
Filled quickly with anger
a vein erupts
Glass lust is shattered
traitors branded
flesh is a token
for the unaware
A scarecrow dies slowly
in the corner of an old barn
Under layers of dust
and spider webs
as thick as yarn
Outside the crows circle
the bright red tape
that flutters
Then traps them in a mirror
outside the corn
Black rain fell swiftly
violent
cold as ice
Dark skies were bleeding
striking at the ground
A figure surfaced
ugly
tall and thin
Was moving slowly
hissing like a snake
He seemed to pivot
focused
watching me
His eyes were evil
deep and filled with blood
There was a presence
scented
like a beast
Seemed to be twisting
clearly held at bay
Then he was leaving
cursing to himself
Too many rainbows
crosses
in his way
A drifter stood on the road
absorbed in fate
With so many questions
to be untied
Allowing the wind
to offer direction
wild eyed and eager
believing in smiles
Life was wide open
an absence of borders
while searching for places
where no one is sad
Big brother is rooted
so deeply in life now
the eyes that are watching
are empty and cold
The last man with freedom
must be undetected
near liberties coffin
to guard what remains
