Winter In the Park

The frosted breath of winter bears the smell of snow

It scatters life’s discard across the withered grass

Darkness devours the light from a fading sun’s glow

Frozen despair drops from black skies like jagged glass

Night steals the warmth from the dying sun’s reflection

Leafless trees hinder not the tormenting winds bite

His coat collar pulled tight offers no protection

Against the violent stab of one more frozen night

The cold crawls into his brain and numbs his senses

But in the quietness no one can hear his plea

As the soft white blanket softens his defenses,

He embraces the blessings of death…He is free

Incoherant Ramblings
2017

I Owe You My Life

Nothing to do but hang out behind Frank’s

The store parking lot where we sat and drank

There was just me, Randy, Terry and Luke

How many can you drink before you puke

 

No money or jobs and the car is dead

Small town life can really mess with your head

Wondering if you really need that shit

‘Cause some Joker said you got to have it

 

You came along and showed me a new way

I had to make a choice to go or stay

Either leave now or probably die here

We can run away and just disappear

 

Comes a time when you have to make choices

I couldn’t be alone, lost in the voices

You became me; I knew you’d never leave

I had to have trust in you and believe

 

You chased out the demons and let me rest

Gave me your soul and pulled me from that mess

You gave me your heart and became my wife

I gave you my love, but owe you my life

Hatred

Yesterday, I was fully prepared to openly admit that the Orange Man finally said something that made sense when he stated that the Justice Department would investigate and prosecute any persons found guilty in the tragic death and injuries that occurred in Charlottesville.

But, just as I was about to hit the post button, his childlike nature stepped forward once again and erased the final glimmer of hope I had for his redemption. This man’s ego just will not let him keep his mouth closed and unfortunately for the world, every time it opens, more of his ignorance pours forth.

America, I beg of you, can’t you now see the pure stupidity and moronic values that we have deemed fit to call the leader of our country. It should make no difference if you are Republican, Democrat, Independent or ‘I just close my eyes and make a mark’, the truth should now be apparent. There is no shame in admitting it. We made a mistake and now the fate of the world hinges on the ability of an unreliable congress to keep the insane Orange Man from doing the unthinkable just because someone told him he couldn’t have another cookie.

Hatred

You skulked down the hidden backstreets of rationality, peering through the keyholes of human decency and crawled in through the sewers of thought to whisper your name to the unsuspecting innocence, filling them with the fear of discontented oppression.

“We are America, Fuck You!” was your battle cry and the naive jump aboard your pretentious parade. Fake news… fake hair… FAKE TRUTH! Maybe we should have ‘read YOUR lips’.

Wall them out… or wall us in…that is the question.

Oh yes, my dear friend William… we are truly suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous buffoonery. Do we now take up arms and light the battle fires of resistance.

Or do we sleep… perchance to dream.

We must be careful what we dream for.

Fire and Fury

Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

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