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

Surface

“You don’t know what lies in wait beneath the surface of the water but if you want to swim in the lake, you have to jump in.”

Take the chance, because the reward is worth the risk. Whatever your dreams may be, quit just reading about it and do it.

Second Best

Woman, when it came to loving me

You know I was always second best

But can you tell me why you had to

Always leave my heart in such a mess

You kept me hidden in your darkness

Placed me on your shelf with all the rest

Until you needed a heart to break

Then you would tell me you loved me best

You would show me off to all your friends

Fill me up with all your hopes and lies

Seems you got your kicks from hurting me

Just like pulling the wings off of flies

I’ve tried so hard to stand up to you

Oh, How I have prayed to God above

To please reach into this heart of mine

And carry away all of my love

Still I hope someday you’ll settle down

And find the love you’ve always suppressed

Then you might ask for my company

And know I was never second best

Rest

‘Rest is a good thing but boredom is its evil brother”

Rest; we all need it. A good night’s sleep can fill up our energy tanks and send us off to face a brave new world all bubbly and inspired. (Or is that coffee?)

But boredom is something quite different. It can make people drink too much, start extra-marital affairs, rob gas stations, deface property and even make us fat. Where rest gives us energy, boredom sucks it away. The root of all evil is not money, but boredom.

So keep your mind occupied: read a book, go for a walk, call a friend or learn how to play the guitar. Or as my son says, “become the pharaoh of the world.” Whatever it is, set a goal and keep working toward it.

Love and Peace

The Backyard Poet

Taking the Backroads

My youthful dreams walked

A thousand miles

Through your summer dust

Your jagged face pressed

Against my calloused feet

Your solitude, a reservoir

For so many unwritten thoughts

I cried the day

They covered you in black

And carried away my innocents

On the back of their empty promises