Followers and Leaders

In life,
There are followers and leaders,
But it doesn't mean the followers,
Couldn't have well been leaders,
Nor that the leaders couldn't have just followed.
But we are here,
And what happened, was,
But what is and what will be,
Are a matter of leaders and followers.
Can you trust your leaders,
Are our heros only pretend?
Who can you trust today?
Creating a world without friends.
Our backs are against imaginary walls,
We created them with our concrete.
Our minds are hitting bricks hoping they fall,
Making lives imaginarily complete.
Here we are on shifting sands,
Following the pit vipers,
Living in their nests without hands,
Paying them like pied pipers.
In my mind and in my dreams,
I see in crystal clarity,
The lies that wage wars for means,
And it all seems unfair to me.
But here we are,
In our lines of leaders and followers,
How did they get this far?
Only because we've allowed them to.
But it's time to see we only sidewind in circles,
Waiting for our streaks to blow away in the sand.
And life is about more than money, death and girls,
Though it seems to be the only thing for which we've planned.

War Drum

I stand here,
In the sunlight.
Is that you God,
Looking down?
Maybe it's dark,
This a streetlight,
Shining down now,
Here on the ground.
Smell the green grass,
Below the snow,
A brutal temptress,
Puts on a show.
What is this hate,
Here and I don't know?
What is this fate,
Pushing, cannot grow?
Damned be the sunlight,
For shining on my face,
Damned be the moonlight,
Bringing this disgrace.
Why do I have to feel,
Know this right and wrong?
Are these people even real,
Or just without a song?
I feel my heart beat stronger,
Or is this a war drum?
How can I save them,
When it beats so young?
Is this them,
Or just their pressures,
Do we create them,
Or is this measured?
These war drum's beating,
Inside our chests,
Though mine's retreating,
Facing life's tests.
And as my mind works,
Does my heart grow numb?
Or is this how life works?
Old leads on to young.
What is this beating,
A war drum's tone?
Why are we living,
If we fight to be alone?

Revolution For Evolution

Awakened by a doorbell in the night,
Run to answer the door,
Welcomed by a burning bag of life.
Placed on my doorstep,
No trace, no sign of the deliverer,
Only a question
Of whether to get life on my new boots,
Or watch my house burn before my eyes,
Before my thoughts could synthesize.

Are our babies awakening to infernos,
Living life in a pit fire?
Working their life lost in the heat,
Without a chance to aspire?
Without a chance to breathe
Before facing the fire?

How can I be free,
With someone leading me?
How can I see,
When I only see what you show me?

How can we give in so easily,
Lead our lives this way?
Maybe because we're not leading them,
But instead following them as we pray.

What do I want,
What am I looking for?
I want a revolution for evolution,
A reexamination of life.
Take another look,
At what we call right.

Nothing Left To Hide

In my empathetic mind,
I reached deep down inside,
And touched a man that had everything,
Nothing left to hide,
And there I found the future,
No longer latched to past,
Memories I loved so much,
Wash away at last.
A weight holding me to the floor,
An overcoming bigger
Than I'd ever tried before,
But my only chance
Of ever finding more.

End my relentless pursuit,
Of material gains in time,
And venture in to something limitless,
Far beyond my mind,
With an open hope to discover it,
If not more beyond my shine,
To work in peace,
And live fullfilled,
Progress for our trying.

The One You Can't Put Your Finger On

My mind is gone,
I've escaped at last.
This light has blinded,
This hope has bound me.
Now I've let go,
Of every ray of light,
Every hope of life,
I can finally rest,
In my darkness.

I fear no evil,
For the evil is me,
I take any form I dream to be.
In your nightmares,
Lurking in the night,
But a shadow,
Even in the light.
You test yourself,
But it's me you fight.

I am the emptiness,
The sadness,
The hole in yourself.
You're but a holding cell,
For uncried tears,
A trembling tension,
Awaiting unseen fears.
I'm the doubt that clouds your fight,
When you try to stand for right,
I'm the blood kids bleed
When they scrape their knees,
I swallow the prayers countless people plead.
I eat their hope as they devour my greed.
I am the one you can't but you're finger on,
I'm what makes this world run.

You are my slave,
You do my bidding,
I am your government,
I am your culture,
I am your own creation.

Violet Skies

The periwinkle moon hangs in violet skies,
Red hot sun falling at day's demise,
The colors above us, reflections of light,
The lives we live between day and night,
Hues arranged in rainbows of color,
Filling our lives with a hopeful wonder.

Your eyes are a canvas for my dreams,
Life more than the gray it sometimes seems.
The difference we make in our waking hours,
The love life takes and sometimes devours,
Let us be blessed by the sky's colorful wonder,
Pull us from this cloud we're under,
To see the sky in your eyes,
Let this love live where it lies.

I can look above to try to find this love,
To see the colors streaking hope across the sky,
Or I can see the memories we're made up of,
As I paint this picture of us in your eye.
Please don't blink, oh please don't fade away,
In your eyes I never face another cloudy day.

I Am But A Vessel

I am but a vessel,
A husk carrying a seed.
This reality
No longer real to me.
Facing a test of time
And limitations,
Of painful
Temptations.
When I'm faced with the test,
As my body lays to rest,
Will I be willing to give all I am,
Give up the materials of man,
And share my love, my soul, my time,
To realise that they were never mine,
To help the wayward soul,
Brokendown at the side of the road?
When it comes down
To them or me,
Will I be able to see,
We're here for our soul to grow,
Our minds to sew?
It's only in the acceptance of the unknown,
That this world has become less cold.