Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Reflections

His mind was closed,
he would not see.
The hours we spent arguing.
they never made a difference.
Finally I walked away.
I went to have a heart to heart with myself.
It was then that I found
that I was he
and he was me.



Wednesday, July 20, 2016

polite

a polite society
violence on the rise
the more we are armed
more meet their demise

they want open carry
claim it's a right
what it really does
is bring the public more fright

how can we tell
if they're a good guy or bad
more death on the streets
more families grow sad

but we're told
it ain't the guns
it's just fools
havin' fun

then they fight regulation
that the constitution has called for
making the streets that more dangerous
and blood runs up the score

but it's really not about guns
it is stupid people
and there's no cure for stupid
when the NRA is their steeple



Friday, July 8, 2016

The Battle Field has Come Home

This armed America
the one they told us
would be a polite society
when all carry weapons

our cities
they've become killing fields
we as a people
have become the worst of all animals

officers taking lives
claiming they fear for their own
snipers now returning the favor
as they fear the police

it seems as the road towards that polite society
has become paved with the dead
merely bricks mortered in place
with their blood

will we see be fewer combatants
as the body count rises
or are the re-enforcements
on their way



Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Alone

Sitting amongst his friends
alone in his bunker
beans and rice
cases of water
a geneator and cans of gas
shotguns, hand guns
assault weapons
all with ammo to fit
prepared for the worst
not realizing
he is living
in a self made prison
one brought on by unwarrented fear
he's exercized his second amendment rights
but his freedom has disappeared



Thursday, June 16, 2016

An Unwelcome Guest

The door was opened.
Yesterday stood before me,
baggage in hand.
Visions of my past came in droves
ripping away my peace .
Leaving me with new turmoil.

Difficult lessons of my life,
I'd learned from them.
Became a better man for them.
Now hounding me.
Why must I relive these moments?
They only weaken my spirit
and chase me back into a depressed state.
One that I had thought I had long gotten over.
They bring nothing but pain.

Yesterday shall not be allowed to move in.



Saturday, June 4, 2016

The Tide

You cannot turn the tide,
you must wait for it to recede.
It is then that you will find
its treasure or its turmoil,
and only then will you be able
to decide on your next step.



Tuesday, May 31, 2016

It Could Be Once in a Life

The eyes hurt.
I so want to close them.
Yet I will suffer the pain
rather than miss the beauty before me.