Shadows

The sundial stands still

as its shadow crawls

drunkenly out of existence

but we will not mourn

under moonlight

and star bright

twinkling

shining

celebrate the passing

no rewinding

blinding light

soon to arrive

no tick-rock

dive

into the sunset

sail away

no regret

rise and

fall

can’t stand still

shadows

fall

shadows

all

come and go

sun melts ice

and spring melts snow

the winds of change

forever blow

green turns brown

and black turns grey

all shadows surely

fade away

but all return

for one more day

and one more day

and one more day

calf turns to cow

grass becomes hay

the milk will spoil

can never stay

what’s that you say,

you’re here to stay?

the hour will pass,

you’ll move away

the pain won’t last

she’s day to day

soon, she’ll pass

no need to pray

we’re born,

we die

today lets play

though sun has set

the moon gives light

though even on

a moonless night

the stars they shine

the owl takes flight

take pain

and pleasure

without fright

the lights will dim

we’ll lose our sight

but hair grows long

from high and tight

theres no such thing

as endless night

or endless day

or endless flight

the birds all land

to cats delight

and shadows move

until the night

but they return

at dawn’s first light

birds fly again

no room for fright

light fades to dark

dark fades to light

light fades to dark

stars shine so bright

light fades to dark

stars shine so bright

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

East v. West part 5

rising tide

old tie dye

worn out

tattered

and torn

indie flicks

hippie chicks

bags of subsidized corn

keep us fed

on this path

that we blaze

in the sand

here and there

everywhere

lets dig in

take a stand

leave the flock

save a rock

skipping stones

through the sky

babble on

millions gone

do we care

when they die?

taxes paid

wreaths are laid

an old gravedigger cries

burried youth

burried truth

since day one

you have lied

trinity test

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

bombs away

hope and pray

we believe

that we’re free

north and south

hand to mouth

we keep feeding

the flame

don’t you dare

say you care

we all share

in the blame

times are tough

drafts are rough

beer is flowing

like wine

edit still

drink your fill

patriotic moonshine

wagons east

slay the beast

that we’ve raised

all these years

sun has set

I regret

living shrouded

in fear

east and west

north and south

it’s all one

and the same

weapons raised

I’m not phased

this is all

just a game

bury me

out at sea

wash away all the pain

here and there

city square

and the beast

is now slain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

East v. West part 4

too abrupt

gone corrupt

walk in circles all day

there’s blood in the water

dead fish in the bay

some may say

but don’t listen

because none of its real

don’t take roads less traveled

and before the queen

kneel

seal the deal

feel your way

through the forest

at night

oh, there’s nothing to fear

when you turn out

the light

out of sight

out of mind

in a bind

cut and run

whenever you’re lost

simply follow

the sun

you’ll go east

you’ll go west

you’ll be tested

and tried

and the truth is

the only

thing that can’t hide

 

East v. West part 3

the flys I the ointment

the eggs in the pan

the cats in the cradle

of uncivilized man

tit for tat

this and that

choose to sit out

the game

don’t even remember

when all this fear came

year in

and year out

scream and shout

from soapboxes

keep teaching the chickens

to out smart the foxes

burn these boxes of briefs

oh, the Chiefs won the game

and the Redskins are angry

the Cowboys

the same

slings and arrows

and sparrows

will sing from the wire

we’ll bring you more gold

until we retire

and our dreams

they all fade

into ashes and dust

and we cry

as all of our possessions rust

and in God we trusted

through thick

and through thin

as the preacher,

politician,

and businessman

board private jets

with devilish grins

and fly into the sunset

while we’re still looking east

unhappy in famine

unhappy in feast

unhappy in life

always worried of death

this fear we are hooked on

is worse than heroin

and meth

the only real enemy

is inside our mind

but we keep looking east

so we’ll never find

that the answer is written

inside of us all

let Caesar

keep stacking cards

and surely they’ll fall

like Rome fell

kiss and tell

wishing well

drink it up

then reach down again

once more

fill up your cup

East v. West part 2

our debts

keep us shackled

to streets

paved with gold

but two feet

in the grave

before we ever

grow old

we’re ice cold

to our neighbors

forget about looking east

we pay for the burden

keep feeding the beast

pumping gas in the fire

as we’re fanning the flames

forever, we’re losing

no matter the games

we keep paying

and playing

and eating this bread

from this tightrope we walk on

we can’t see the dead

the west

looks the best

from where we’re at up here

but even if

we look down

we can’t see

through the fear

the lions are hungry

the tigers are wild

but let them go feast

on some other man’s child

war bothers me not

I turn two

blind eyes

and I don’t even blink

when a two year old

dies

and his family

and friends

and whole villages

burn

from this tightrope

I walk on

I can’t see the world

turn

wearing blinders

my eyes

only see

my own pain

live in fear

of my neighbors

like a painter

fears rain

though he lives

in the desert

not a cloud

in the sky

every moment

he worries

that he won’t

stay dry

East v. West part 1

keep heading east

and you’ll find your way

home

then keep heading west

and you’ll find your way

home

and east becomes west

and the test is to see

that home is wherever

you’re happy

and free

and the Silk Road we ride

will lead us to believe

that no army can stop

what we’re bound to achieve

and we’ll grieve

all our losses

but we’ll never stop

we’ll forever be near

just a jump,

skip,

and hop

and up,

up

and away

some may say

don’t head south

but they’re stuck

like peanut butter sticks

to the roof

of their mouth

so, just keep heading south

and you’ll get to the north

after east,

west,

north,

south,

you might wind up

in forth

but the medals are stolen

bronze,

silver,

and gold

you don’t need buried treasure

for fortunes untold

not foretold

show and tell

angel fell from on high

this path is a circle

so look to the sky

read the stars

and you’ll find

your way

out of this mess

there’s no need for diamonds

no queen to impress

dress right,

dress

about face

the sun rises and sets

theres no pie

in the sky

it’s as good

as it gets

On Paper

On paper the last guys

a much nicer man

but that didn’t matter

for Afghanistan

and now a spray-tanned

orange clown leads the way

but somehow we cannot

see past the toupee

hope and pray for the future

forgetting the past

we only see roses

forgetting bomb blasts

while the cast often changes

the show is the same

we may have different Caesers

but Rome is unchanged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone. -Kurt Vonnegut