Where's That Better Tomorrow

The evening upon me

so tired

beat to a frazzle

the days toil has taken its toll

We've all been there

at times barely surviving

our minds unable to focus

it becomes time to retire

will there ever be a better tomorrow

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.

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

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 be seeing fewer combatants

as the body count rises

or are the re-enforcements

on their way

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

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.

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.