People Jumping

The people jumping to their deaths

out of the windows of buildings

engulfed in flames

and the people jumping to their deaths

out of the windows of buildings

not engulfed in flames

have something in common.

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Only Words

Are they only words

just letters pieced together

tell me, what’s stronger

what’s more powerful than words

than these sounds we make

to justify taking lives

if I create God,

tell me, of what use is it

without words that fit

into an epic story

all about glory

and honor and hope and faith

these sounds that we make

simple sounds they are indeed

they have led people

to forget humanity

and die for the greed

of rich men holding quill pens

scripting fate in ink

their words change fast as we blink

there’s no time to think

so we get drunk with our friends

and forget the pens

that these terrible men hold

we drool over gold

our souls have been sold to them

our minds polluted

but it’s only words, we think

so we ignore them

and we drink, and we drink more

and their words tell us

to support the war and pray

we don’t remember

what Jesus Christ had to say

on the mount that day

looking over Galilee

well, those are just words

they say, you don’t need those words,

“Blessed are the meek

blessed are the peacemakers,

blessed are the poor…

but woe to you who are rich

woe to the well fed…”

you don’t need to use these words

you can pray our way

stash your coins in jars of clay

and let the others

send off their children to war

and let the others

pay for it and remain poor

but these are just words

there’s no need for listening

just say, “Let freedom

ring” from sea to shining sea

thanks for your service

yellow ribbons on a tree

wave a flag with me

weapons of mass destruction

they’re out to get you

and me, so join the army

or join the navy

you can sail away for free

hell, they will pay you

and lay you down in a box

covered in a flag

when you die, your mom will cry

she will be so proud

with that gold star, she’ll stand out

in a crowd, always

feeling free for all her days

not knowing crime pays

if you are the government

we’ve only got words

not enough to pay the rent

but in God we trust

because, if not God then who?

what would Jesus do?

and no, freedom isn’t free

and you can trust me

I’ve got one eye, but I see

words are everything

you are worthless but I

well, I am a king

bring me gold and bring me sweat

don’t ever forget

that you are born into debt

and you can’t get out

by chasing dragons and dreams

things aren’t as they seem

no fooling, jester and king

they are all the same

and this is all just a game

and they wrote the rules

and they take us all for fools

but these are just words

so let’s learn to speak their tongue

and break the ladder

rung by rung by rung by rung

so we’re all equal

here on the ground together

and we can use words

only words, just simple words

with paper and pen

to write down the next chapter

to right all the wrongs

re-write patriotic songs

and take back the crown

melt it down to make a bell

and let freedom ring

justice is the only thing

that we should die for

let kings and queens fight the war

no more rich or poor

just people, fully equal

that’s human nature

if people say otherwise

then the words they speak

are slander against us all.

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how did we forget

we only get one planet,

theres only one earth

we need to stop pretending

we can calculate its worth

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Ink on Paper

Characters might change

from one chapter to the next

but they’re in the book

even if you don’t turn back

ink on paper, they’re in there

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The book will end one day and

all that’s left will be pages

filled with words, or left empty



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Planting, Harvesting

Covered in red dirt

with Bumpy the dog close by

I become timeless

and weightless, floating between

yesterday and tomorrow


as I till the earth

and plant food for the future

and the sun will rise

and the winter rains will come,

soon it will be harvest time


and it’s been this way

in all of the earths corners

for everyone, for

all time, planting, harvesting,

countless have sweat before us,


countless will follow

and blood and sweat and teardrops

will fall to the earth

freshly tilled, freshly planted

with life that will sustain us,


it’s all that we need.

We can’t eat plastic and greed

we are of the earth

and the earth provides for us,

but the earth doesn’t need us


the earth is just fine

with weeds and vines growing wild

unkempt, disheveled

we tend the garden so we

can eat all the earth provides


and it’s been this way

since we gathered and hunted

the earth provided

then, just like it does today

just like it will tomorrow



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Bumpy was barking

each bark louder and louder

as the cat ate cake

Was her bark to let me know,

or did she want to eat it?


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