Out Of My Bed
Hide me in my bed
From these days I've come to dread
Another stone on a mountain of stress
Piling up in measures so limitless
I want to hallow it out and hide in a cave instead
If I was never to get out of my bed again
There's one less stone to be tossed in
There's one less boulder
On my shoulder
And a start of the mountain's end
Dedicated To A Dying Hero
It's so sad to see you go
You are the best friend I never could know
It is too hard to carry that weight
The weight of a death of someone so great
Wasting Time
I'm sorry I need an escape a relaxing distraction
Something to release the stress of immobile action
Always doing and never going
No accomplishment showing
Moving from mission to mission
I need an intermission
Places to go that always close too early
No reliable transportation available to me
No money to get my work to the next stages
And I have no job no reliable wages
Nothing necessary I have but time
Wasting it was a necessary crime
I have nothing constructive to do with it
So I saw no crime in wasting a bit
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Poetry Post 131
Doing Fine
When people ask me how I'm doing I say "fine I guess"
There is nothing I need to confess
Because no news is good news and there is no bad press
So by all accounts I think it's going good
I may not be doing all I could or should
But that is well understood
But though my good acts don't go far
My bad acts stay right where they are
So I'm doing just fine by any bar
Starting Life Over
Don't be afraid of trying
Escape, be free, start flying
Flee to a world of trees
Among the nightly breeze
A calm world is waiting for you
Start your life fresh and new
Where the green grass grows
And the lazy flower bed flows
Stay in peace
Let the pain cease
All of life is in harmony
The way God said it ought to be
Music II
Listening to my radio in bed
Calmness in my body and head
The music just soothes my spirit
All my demons halt when I hear it
The world of pain is frozen still
No more being teased or ill
The new world too good to be real
After it ends pain is all I feel
When people ask me how I'm doing I say "fine I guess"
There is nothing I need to confess
Because no news is good news and there is no bad press
So by all accounts I think it's going good
I may not be doing all I could or should
But that is well understood
But though my good acts don't go far
My bad acts stay right where they are
So I'm doing just fine by any bar
Starting Life Over
Don't be afraid of trying
Escape, be free, start flying
Flee to a world of trees
Among the nightly breeze
A calm world is waiting for you
Start your life fresh and new
Where the green grass grows
And the lazy flower bed flows
Stay in peace
Let the pain cease
All of life is in harmony
The way God said it ought to be
Music II
Listening to my radio in bed
Calmness in my body and head
The music just soothes my spirit
All my demons halt when I hear it
The world of pain is frozen still
No more being teased or ill
The new world too good to be real
After it ends pain is all I feel
Poetry Post 130
Drafted II
Twenty years after the war
They're back fighting even more
Against the same nation as before
Now I've been called to the draft for a nation that lied
For they said a commie's attack was how he died
When it was highly propagandized mass suicide
Why can't they face their mistake
But yet another they make
So I must run from the law for human life's sake
Nothing Changes
Nothing changes people are still being left in need
Victims suffering from another man's greed
Across the land people are blind to any solution
All they see are the effects of the pollution
This should heighten one's resolution
To change this institution
But I don't know where their resolution went
But with time, work and money people turn indifferent
Worthless War
There is nothing noble about war
There is nothing glorious about gore
There is nothing worth killing for
What is romantic about the battles of yore
Why fight worthless wars anymore
Twenty years after the war
They're back fighting even more
Against the same nation as before
Now I've been called to the draft for a nation that lied
For they said a commie's attack was how he died
When it was highly propagandized mass suicide
Why can't they face their mistake
But yet another they make
So I must run from the law for human life's sake
Nothing Changes
Nothing changes people are still being left in need
Victims suffering from another man's greed
Across the land people are blind to any solution
All they see are the effects of the pollution
This should heighten one's resolution
To change this institution
But I don't know where their resolution went
But with time, work and money people turn indifferent
Worthless War
There is nothing noble about war
There is nothing glorious about gore
There is nothing worth killing for
What is romantic about the battles of yore
Why fight worthless wars anymore
Poetry Post 129
Looking For Reason, Faith, Peace
Hundreds of years the hunting hasn't ceased
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Prisoners waiting for release
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Reason is the truth behind the truth
A link between a clue and the proof
Faith is the security of proven fact
A certainty without any lack
Peace is absolute freedom of existence
Without force, restraint or resistance
But reason has been reclusive
Faith has been illusive
And peace has been elusive
And those results are all that seem conclusive
Emotional Slavery
Hunchbacked from a burden you cannot see
My frail, broken shadow shows a soul of slavery
My master is the master of depression
He whips me into anguish and aggression
You wouldn't understand why I'm so frustrated and dramatic
But in my life self doubt and self hatred come automatic
Failure is not an option it's my lifestyle
Misery is not a feeling, but my genetic profile
So you ask expectations to be set upon me
But what can you expect when I'm not emotionally free
King David
On the road of King David I wish to trod
A human soul with the will of God
A brilliant hope to those living with sin
Proving flesh is an obstacle to even the holiest of men
I wish to be such a warrior of ethical humanity
Someone who in battle can maintain moral sanity
From Goliath, to Saul, to Bathsheba, to Absalom
You had many resentful feelings to overcome
Your passion for all things divine in man and beast
Makes you a hero and a friend to say the least
I feel like I know where you come from
Hopefully I'll follow you into Jehovah's Kingdom
Hundreds of years the hunting hasn't ceased
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Prisoners waiting for release
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Reason is the truth behind the truth
A link between a clue and the proof
Faith is the security of proven fact
A certainty without any lack
Peace is absolute freedom of existence
Without force, restraint or resistance
But reason has been reclusive
Faith has been illusive
And peace has been elusive
And those results are all that seem conclusive
Emotional Slavery
Hunchbacked from a burden you cannot see
My frail, broken shadow shows a soul of slavery
My master is the master of depression
He whips me into anguish and aggression
You wouldn't understand why I'm so frustrated and dramatic
But in my life self doubt and self hatred come automatic
Failure is not an option it's my lifestyle
Misery is not a feeling, but my genetic profile
So you ask expectations to be set upon me
But what can you expect when I'm not emotionally free
King David
On the road of King David I wish to trod
A human soul with the will of God
A brilliant hope to those living with sin
Proving flesh is an obstacle to even the holiest of men
I wish to be such a warrior of ethical humanity
Someone who in battle can maintain moral sanity
From Goliath, to Saul, to Bathsheba, to Absalom
You had many resentful feelings to overcome
Your passion for all things divine in man and beast
Makes you a hero and a friend to say the least
I feel like I know where you come from
Hopefully I'll follow you into Jehovah's Kingdom
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