Wednesday, September 27, 2017


Sitting in a darkening room 
Enjoying the last fading colors of dusk
My eyes adjust to the decrescendo
Until there is nothing but familiar shadows

Thinking of poems about loneliness
That no one will ever read
The light hurts my eyes
As I begin to write

Coward's Ball

Who will be left to dance with 
at the Coward's Ball
When all those who have fought for
have killed each other all 

The Adversary

They have locked us in prisons of our own designs
By feeding the worry centers of our minds
With carefully crafted confusion
Constantly clamoring for security
With fear propaganda on every TV
Announcing prescribed solutions
Who would dare question authority
When theres always a new tragedy
To which to pay attention
How can society ever recoup
When there’s always some new radical group
Or perhaps it’s always the same one

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Like Giants Stomping Around

We have little feet
 with which we prance so ever lightly
Up and down the hillsides
 bending blades of grass beneath
Then giants come with giant feet
 and stomp around abruptly
Turning hillsides into landslides
 of torn up sod and heath

We have tiny little feet
 with which we bound around so gently
But giants with their big feet
 keep stomping around
We go about our business
 trying not to cause disturbance
But when giants come we know
 they’ll smash the village to the ground

We’ve tried to build up walls
 with the hopes that they’ll defend us
The giants simply lean on them
 and quickly push them down
We sing out with alarm
 when we see the walls are broken
But the giants hear our screams
 and start to charge towards the sound

The giants find our cattle
 and decide to play some rugby
No matter what we try
 they go about it all the same
Tearing up our crops
 as they tackle one another
Destroying hopes for harvest
 for the sake of fun and games

We have little tiny feet
 with which we prance so ever lightly
Dancing in the valleys
 with the moon to light our way
Knowing we must move
 under cover of the darkness
Or the giants when they find us
 will use us instead for play

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Try, and you'll find...

Everything is everyone's
And everyone goes home
Try to buy it all
And you'll find you're all alone

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

What to do?

When the lies are so thick
Truth sounds like propaganda
But everybody's so poor
You gotta take what they hand ya
What are you going to do?

Moving on from Evermore

Cacophonous calamitous conjested queues
Coloring the sky in unbeforeseen hues
You might wanna check and see your dues are all paid
So you're on good terms when the facts are all laid
Out on the table
You're gonna wanna make friend's while you're able

What I'm telling you, here's the gist of it
Here's the part that you don't wanna miss of it
I'm talking about something you might not understand
'Cause it's not the kind of thing you can hold in your hand
It requires understanding four dimensional space
See the flowing of time as if you're running a race

Where the course is continuously changing
And positions are constantly rearranging
So everything is always new
Every single thing that you do
Is something that's never been done before
It's why I don't see the point in keeping a score

'Cause all it ever does is cause a divide
Makes you always see the other as the other side
Instead of realizing all of us are all one
Ever since the whole universe begun
We are all the remnants of a cosmic creation
Of people and of places and of civilizations

And though we all got here via different paths
The time is coming soon to let it all be the past.