They Sold Your Soul

They Sold Your Soul

There is a place that exists
Between Hell and Heaven
And we’re doing a tightrope balancing act
On the center rail of humanity

America I pledge allegiance but I can’t tell anymore which country you are
I’ve asked the questions  but never get a straight answer
There are times when I can feel the sun shining on my back
But it  quickly fades back to hate and blame

When did life get so damned hard
When did the answers to the questions become more questions
When did the light at the end of the tunnel
Turn out to be a street lamp on the corner of Lies and Mistrust

They all run around screaming silence at each other
Each one wanting to know why the other can’t understand the lie
When it’s as plain as the  pimple in the ass crack of their insanity
It itches but they won’t scratch it for fear we’ll smell the shit on their hands

So somebody please tell me where did the innocent children go
I know they were here just a few minutes ago
I heard them laughing and playing out on the lawn
But when I turned back to look they were suddenly gone

They’re in the bathroom with a razor slash across their wrists
Because they know the big white house on top of the hill
Is just a meeting place for the worlds auctioneers
And what is for sale and who is in line to buy it

Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.

When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.

“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.

 

We Are All Just Children

When I was a child, I knew how to fly

But I chose for myself a safer road

I trudged on through the tedium of life

With feet firm on the ground I bore life’s load

 

I let money and possessions rule me

Now where is the boy who knew how to live

Too afraid of what other people see

So frightened that I have nothing to give

 

Perhaps that is what is wrong with the world

Too afraid of what other people think

To be what we are, in the eyes of God

Innocent children playing on the brink

 

I will not slip into oblivion.

But kick and scratch to get every drop

Hold on to youthful ways and try to fly

Maybe I’ll fail, but I will never stop

Gravel Roads

Gravel Roads

The plumes of dust spew from beneath my wheels

As I drive headlong into the darkness

Thick clouds hide those things I have left behind

They will only show me what lies ahead

Down those back roads I drive like a demon

If I can go fast enough then maybe

I will break the barrier that holds me

To the river and back again is the

Cruise of my one horse town. No burger joints

No main street cafes or crowded drive-ins

Someday I will drive beyond the river…

Christmas Poems

Christmas Past

On the face of many Christmas’s past

Fond memories still linger true and sound

Cold weather, snow and frost will never last

When the warmth of your friendship does abound

 

Christmas Present

A mom moves through the silent home

While all her children sleep and dream

Dying embers cast soft shadows

On their gentle sleeping faces

She smiles; it is the life she loves

 

Christmas Future

She sits alone in the dark

Her tree is unlit and bare

The room is so cold and stark

Only her last breath stirs the air

Her family all far from home

Living their Christmas fare

Across the world they did roam

Leaving no one left to care