A few of my favorite things

Shake the cat out of the tree
break the child at the knee
poison the flowers and kill the bees
the truth is in destructions plea
come whatever, come what may
take the opening in grey
wade the chances and take the bribe
burn all the bridges, sell all your pride


In the smoke

forget to move
everything you do
you remove
the good,
the bad,
the ugly too
all of it
in full view
like a flower
the color calls
you watch yourself-
you do no wrong
turn the pages,
form the mobs
burn the bridges
now you move on

When I bleed

Everything turns cramps
and red
my thoughts turn dark
if misread
but left to ponder
one will find
the truth in wonder
honesty divine
everything turns raw
and blue
the colors that break down
the mute
the mask that parts
the mind in two
when I bleed
I come into full bloom


Open door

Break apart the mask again
see what lay beneath the skin
the flesh that changes from within
the bitter truth of how we live
break apart the picture frame
learn to walk in fire and rain
destroy that which came before
they cannot see through the
open door.


Collectively ill

We’ve chosen sides
we love divides
a generation’s worth
of self loathing and hurt
everybody’s just another victim
the game here is that no one
wants to fix them
everybody loves their bitter memories
we cling to a polarized history
and drown ourselves in sorrows
a cynical tomorrow-a future bathed in blood
and tragedy
everybody loves all the mayhem and fun
caused by unnecessary horror
we pretend it’s much worse than before
that even the good should abhor
but we’ve chosen sides
we love to divide
so the lies we believe just bring comfort
don’t want to wake up-just continue to sleep
the world is on fire but our beds are warm
we love choosing sides
and playing victims
because playing at life is entertaining
realizing you’re dying is just aging
and nobody likes wrinkles anyways


Dare to believe

When the truth walks in
no one believes it
like nobody needs it
like its just a lie
though it’s actions display
that the world is in clear view
as it clearly states
the truth is on its face
but still you look away
won’t believe that it is real
the facts counter how you feel
so the truth is not what it seems
only few truly know what it means
but that’s not the case,
no, it’s no mystery
sometimes the truth
is in the majority
it walks into the room
in full view
shouldn’t be shocking-it announced
it’s next move.


The time to process morning coffee

When do you say stop?
Do you hesitate
beyond the sweet spot-
too much sugar
or not enough?

How long before
you say when?
Do you expect
to be asked again
or do you just pray
you open your lips?
When you don’t-
how do you deal with this?

How long before you say
will you speak or
can you reap what you sow?
Who is responsible
when nobody moves
the evil stays the same
but you refuse to choose
the ultimate undoing
is in the past you can’t


Trail v Witch hunt

Everybody loves a witch hunt
helps get rid of all those feelings
every fear you have been feeding
it gives a body to those nightmares
all the darkness we do not dare
ever name it-cause we’re too scared
but then we hunt the witches
burn them down
point our fingers-no way out
tied to the cross
by just a word-titled, labeled
and now your burnt
everybody loves a witch hunt
it’s all catharsis
with no real fuss
of ever learning what the truth was
in the accusations read
it’s twenty years after-
now off with their heads!


Let me show you

Let me show you how it’s done
sit down quick we have begun
I don’t lecture I merely teach
preach the right way-you must believe
I won’t break down-not again.
You should prepare to read my lips
I am the one that you should dread.
Let me show you how to live
you will reap what you give.
Pretend to be a saint
but hold no truth
you will suffer, you will lose.



Desperate lies
and malcontent
you will sow what
you have spent
take the old
turn back again
you will find
the truth though