The Adventurer

No goals or dreams
or splendid plans
riding fate's
rickety train
through the
steep high
mighty
hills
with
peaks of
deep
frustration
and the
downhill
joyful hoot
With a
long loud
howl,
the
happy
warm
glee
Is the
best
ever
had,
and on
the cold
harsh
days,
I weep
my face
wet,
so raw
with
sorrow,
but the
woes and
the trials
write the
check
that pays
for all
fun

Time And Beauty

Time
eats
beauty
off our
face,
and withers
some
away
like
soap,
and
some
folks swell
to old
and
fat
and the
pretty ones
morph
to
wrinkled
hags,
oh beauty
has no
charm
and our
eyes trick
us
so,
to want
what is
beautiful ,
and often
as the
air in
our
nose,
it is
so hard
to be
grateful
or kind
when
everyone
wants
you,
but one day
those
eyes
will
be hollow
and the
face so
shriveled
and haggard
and
gaunt,
I hope
you
find the
love
that's
deep,
a soft
pretty
heart
so sweet
that carries
you
to the
grave

Take No Offense

The smashed
heart
lashes out
Wounded
broken
like an
injured
bat
in so
much
pain
in
oblivion
to it's
harsh
cruel
deeds
with no
malicious
mean
intent
but the
reflex
of a
writhing
soul of
pain,
just
wanting
not to
hurt,
for you
there is
no axe
to
grind
and do
not take
any offense
Its nothing
against
You

My Consolation

No words
to cheer
your
saddened
ears,
I feel
so
bad,
pat little
answers
do
not bring
the dead
to
life,
oh where
is the
cure
for
heartsick
eyes,
that stops
your
creek
of soggy
tears,
I wish
I had
the words
to say,
to make
you
smile,
to feel
okay,
I hope
my hug
speaks
for me,
it's all
that
I can
give
you

We're All Crazy

People seek
to lose
their mind,
to escape
life's hells
the turbulent
times,
to which
no soul
is
immune,
when their
stressed
and when
their blue,
pissed at
God
and have
no clue
of what
in the
world
of hell
to
do,
some worship
the sun
and some
the moon
and some
the stars
and some
their booze,
the sacred
leaf,
and some
love
Zeus,
God the father
 some
Jesus,
Buddha,
and Allah
and Krishna
too,
if the
idea of
religion
seems insane
we've
all been
lost
like
Amelia's
plane
we're all
crazy,
in 
different
ways
we seek
the truth

Anxiety

Cold as winter
Icy, sharp,
my mind
an anxious
swirling
pool
and oh
my spine
does
shiver,
heaping up
tomorrow's
jams,
the gate
so hard
to close,
and worry's
broken
spinning
record
goes round
and round
in side
my
head,
the future
is a
giant
beast
as I
steep
in a
cold
soup
of
terror,
the
unknown
is my
boogeyman
 such
a mighty
nemesis,
but in
this
my hope
is great
for it
is all
that
I have
to fight
the
hippo
that stands
in front
peace

Our Pretty Walls

Comfort
is not
our
friend,
It's cozy
hands
gentle as
silk
are the
hindering
restraints
that
block
all
change,
and the
Kool-Aid
that masks
the taste
of
freedom
it
leaves
us
blind
with
grand
pretty
walls
sightless
to
pain
and the
pangs
of
poverty
and
what a
hard day
really
is,
it's
far more
than
not
feeling
cozy,
their are
people
who eat
dirt,
and folks
that are
broke,
and
sick
frail
souls
that have
never
been
well,
there's
a broken
bashed
world
hungry
for
help
and someone
is in
desperate
need
of
you

Upon Deaf Ears

Bad manners
are the
erosion
of
society,
kindnes
is much
more
than a
formality,
it is
what
brings
us
all
together
and the
food that
sustains
respect,
and rudeness
is the
act
of exalting
yourself,
for being
selfish is
it's root,
Oh what
will this
world be
when every
last single
soul
is the
object
of his
worship,
Oh the
worst form
of
idolatry,
for some
weird
reason,
I think
that we'll
all
be
empty
and
broke
with tattered
clothes
wailing in
prayer
to the
stars'
deaf 
ears,
if their
is no
God

The Wild Horse

I long for
better days
where I
can live
in the
minute,
until
the
coin
has
dropped
to my
side,
for worry
is like
worms
slowly
eating
my
sanity,
and it
is a
full time
job
wrangling
my
fears
such a
difficult
horse
to
tame,
but I
shall not
leave the
saddle,
and I
will dig
my spurs
deep
in hope
of defeat's
coming
day
and
victory
and
the
wild
spooked
stallion
is
tame

We Got You There

You thank us
by trying
to wipe
us out
as if
we never
helped
you
and now
you
have
enough
money to
wipe with,
you look
at us
with
contempt
when we
try to
sneak in
and we are
nothing more
than stairs
that got
you where
you are,
it's so sad
that we
never
meant
anything
to you,
your
disposable
fans,
but more
will be
tossed
into
the
wind,
the dollar
signs are
in your
eyes
and that
is your
only friend
and you
no longer
have a
soul,
and now
there's
nothing
for the
poor folks
that got
you there,
and now
we are
just
dust
I bet
the people
that are
there now
will never have
as much
as we
did

Land Of The Free

Freedom is
a myth
the invisible
chain
of
restriction
is only
long enough
to give
the
illusion
that we
are
free,
just like
a dog
on a
leash
we can
only go
so far
and then
we are
yanked
back
by the
masters
of
conformity
and killing
tan and
brown
people
and stealing
oil
is what
they call
freedom,
some people
are so
dumb
they don't
know their
butt from
their head
even if
they were
stuck
together
like stupid
trained
sheep
hopeless
and
uninformed,
trained
from
birth
to worship
a flag,
like a
golden
calf
and pray
to it,
and
mammon
is their
god,
money is
their
blessed
savior,
maybe one
day we'll
all be
broke
and faith
in God
will be
all that
there is
and the
flag and
our country
will be
nothing
more than
dirt and
fabric,
for in
these
days
we are
ripe
for God
to wreck
us