Voice of the Writer

Mother’s Day

If I could crawl back into that womb I would

Pull back the blanket of earth

descend into that grave

rest in your arms

cry my fears to you

tell you how I miss you

remember that I love you

cause I didn’t even bring you flowers today

Can anyone help me put music to this?

Not much for conversation

always making out with his menthol 

a man of modest means

but still knows how to have fun

he’s the fast moving nomad

who’s sleeping on your couch

never sees the sunrise but always sees it set

another pair of blue eyes behind a burning cigarette

you kiss him in the morning

a kiss you won’t regret

a man of modest means

but still knows how to have fun

he’s the fast moving nomad

who’s sleeping on your couch

Two deep by noontime

of his breakfast cigarettes

he’ll dance you drunk

and leave you with the check

you pay out of respect

the world is his

a man of modest means

but still knows how to have fun

he’s the fast moving nomad

who’s sleeping on your couch

Vision

The old guard and watchful eye lay dead,

war pigs bones make grass green

city streets crumble bare beneath the sun

As earth reclaimed her bounty

and the children danced free.

Ten

Fuck bush
Fuck Cheney
Fuck Saddam
Fuck humanity

10 years later and it’s all still fucked up

Days like this make me want to cry

To stop whining in my comfort

To stand the fuck up

To say fuck you Obama
Fuck Osama
Fuck Hillary
And fuck me
For not doing more

I have a voice and reason to raise it

Raise it for the dead and the wounded
The paralyzed, crippled, orphaned and maimed

I have tears to cry for flag draped coffins
Blood soaked sand
And babies born like mutant freaks
Swollen and sick with radioactive disease

Where was I when the bombs dropped?

A terrified teen anticipating the toppling terrorist regimes
Before I could see the bullshit and smokescreens

But when my conscious woke the fuck up and I tried to speak up
The holy rollers shut me up

Bullshit hypocrites in bed with the bomb makers and life taking money makers

Fuck the church for its flag waving silence

Fuck the right for its war cries
Fuck the left for its compromise

Fuck the wiretapping and the drone strikes

Fuck war

Fuck war til it dies

Ten

Fuck bush
Fuck Cheney
Fuck Saddam
Fuck humanity

10 years later and it’s all still fucked up

Days like this make me want to cry

To stop whining in my comfort

To stand the fuck up

To say fuck you Obama
Fuck Osama
Fuck Hillary
And fuck me
For not doing more

I have a voice and reason to raise it

Raise it for the dead and the wounded
The paralyzed, crippled, orphaned and maimed

I have tears to cry for flag draped coffins
Blood soaked sand
And babies born like mutant freaks
Swollen and sick with radioactive disease

Where was I when the bombs dropped?

A terrified teen anticipating the toppling terrorist regimes
Before I could see the bullshit and smokescreens

But when my conscious woke the fuck up and I tried to speak up
The holy rollers shut me up

Bullshit hypocrites in bed with the bomb makers and life taking money makers

Fuck the church for its flag waving silence

Fuck the right for its war cries
Fuck the left for its compromise

Fuck the wiretapping and the drone strikes

Fuck war

Fuck war til it dies

downvancing

i am promise slowly fading

as life beats the shit out of you day by day

your low wages stealing your hope

the long hours robbing you of potential

don’t fear though

the dreamers and thinkers will pacify you

weaving stories and spectacles between the reminders of your inadequacy

this is my empire of broken promises

Sex

its a commodity

on every billboard, magazine

human impulse and disease

driving civilizations

crumbling kings and queens

a madness for the market

when it really should be free

it’s wrapped and trapped in profit

for exoticized, unyielding appetites

things you need

time alone

to think

relax

reflect 

and rest

Never ending night

No more dreams or rest

our eyes never to close again

and only liquor to fill our throats

strangers in our arms

dance floors beneath our feet

the night lasts forever

keep it up

young, beautiful and crazy

lets go all night

again and again

 three days in a row, that’s nothing

don’t let me feel anything

keep me drunk and faded

everyday

just stay high and you’ll never feel low

don’t stop I just want to go

never lonely in the crowd

when the cub cheers for me

shake my thing on that stage

everyday a friday

for another party

no end in sight

if you do it right

keep it tight

up all night