Fire and Fury

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Will we see fire

Death and pain

Fall from the fingertips

Of the insane

 

Will we get tweets

Of our own destruction

From a man whose mind

Is on permanent malfunction

 

If you’re searching for truth

You’d better not ask

The man hiding behind

His bright orange mask

 

What we do this day

Can never be undone

The ropes we let bind us

Can never be unstrung

 

And yet we will still

Praise his name

Don’t worry about it

There’s always someone else to blame

 

Bad Kids

My friend wasn’t a bad kid

Bad kids stole money from their mom’s purse

Bad kids did hard drugs

Bad kids had unprotected sex

Bad kids always got into fights

Boys will be boys, my friend said

His son only smoked a little grass

He only painted a little graffiti

He only drank a little beer

On his way home from a party

He only crossed the white line a little bit

But his girlfriend is more than a little dead

Because he wasn’t a bad kid

 

Progress

Progress is never what it seems. It hides behind the mask of deceit. Progress always means change…change means money… but it’s always money for someone who has never had to live with the changes that progress has left them. Anytime you hear that they’re going to do a thing in the name of progress, you can bet that it’s just another way of saying, let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted, and turn it into something sleek, streamlined, cold…and ugly. Without warning progress will rip the heart from of a place and steal its innocents. It will pull the beauty from everything it touches and leave in its wake a crippled used up shell of what it once was.

Seeking Fame

Don’t be deceived

Glory, fame or wealth

Cannot save you from death

Certain sorrow will be cast at your passing

Your family and if you’re lucky

A few good friends

Will morn you

But their grieving will be short-lived

With each turning season

Their memory of you will fade

Soon, no thought of you remains

Just another cold grey stone

In a field of stones

Will mark that you existed

Fade to Black

Is it the beginning or the end?

I suppose no one can ever know

Yet each of us will make the journey

When it comes the time for us to go

We will take one last look behind us

And see our loved ones are looking back

With that last breath we sigh “I love you”

And then we fade slowly into black