case closed

he doesn't play
well with others
but we are people of the earth
all sisters and brothers
some would hope
not but there's only
one race it's the one
called human
completely closed
is the case...

air is exhaust fumes

then who will carry the torch
sit here on the porch
light dim
future still grim—
ace held in the hand
don’t know where to land

safely without trouble
hardest pitch and still hit a double
off the wall
into the cell crawl
on the belly as if a snake
still holding the corner down like a tent stake

medium well, just like well, but a little better
sell all the stock and enjoy the calm weather
or not vision is clear
hoping the war won’t be nuclear
random thought non stop
from rock bottom down low somehow on top

of the world as if in Tibet
peace still something unseen yet
no one despair
some of the answers still blow in the air
is exhaust fumes in a future that’s dark
new world map with no room for a park

all just little pieces in a machine out of control
the ladder is miles high still can’t escape the hole
world’s crazy don’t even have to say it
it is the rich man’s game and the regulars won’t play it
for much longer leaders back peddle on tough words
maybe fearing the anger of the herds
of truth seekers who just won’t shut up
they knocked it over, it was full and our cup
holding liberty safe inside
spilled to the floor then swept to one side
too busy at work
or watchin’ the game
but this one’s important tell them
NOT IN OUR NAME. . .

hope it rains from now on

hope it rains from now on
condemning their decision
to wage war
let the politicians fight
give them the guns
who will suffer but
regular people just like me and you
everybody hardly represented
rather repressed called foolish
to think our interests are in order
how dare we dissent from public opinion
how dare we stand up for our rights
the interests of the people
need to be priority
who pays for the war
the people
who fights the war
the people
who dies in battle
the people
instead stand for peace and solidarity with the people of the world
the war mongers
should be banned from the land of the free
should be subject to their own harsh
war mentality
should be forced to reveal the truth...

nothing concluded 123

words that work

they don't know what he means

no offense intended

pliable mind bended

into positions

he won't soon understand

holding the future

in the mind from the hand

spouting truth skin covered

in ink they can call him crazy

can't say he doesn't think

not satisfied with complacency

somehow he still sits

pushing thoughts into word's clothing

looks funny

behind closed doors

keeping thoughts from

becoming vocal pen creates

the pitch would you scratch

without an itch...