Lifes Work

The year stared again Begining with promis of answers and difficulty Trying to regress to peacefull cluelessness It’s hard to keep tempers from flairing The pressures increase by the hour with momentary reliese Is it always going to be like this Will we ever come to a agreement we can handle

Sit among the weeds Watch the actions Passers by you mean nothing to me You’re the one who makes me trip The only thing I can change Introvert Becoming Soon to be overwhelming This sensation has begun And to this obsession I will convert For where is my life And why can=t I make any decisions My mind is mush in a bole (covered in resin) There is no difference between me and nothing There I am standing Not there but maybe over there Blind Deaf Full of life But with out purpose or direction I foresee my future There is vast space and endless wishes But there is no end.

Sad clowns on the rainy horizon with tears torn from red glass eyes Collapsing with nothing to hit In a free fall to the next day In the hopes of catching the fire Coming off the tips of the dragons wings To hold on to one single shining star In to the cup the saliva slides wishing there was something to do And crashing against the wood frame looking for the door To the room were lives stretch far beyond their comforts In dreams and desires With strong hands that never give up the matters of importance

Go through life with a bandage on your head Doesn’t say much for your eye sight Can’t really hope for a better tomorrow when yesterday you were born The cradle never looked so good as it did when you were forty‑five Give it up you sorry old sort Those girls don’t want you The camera just pays them well and the artists make them beautiful Sitting at home trying to figure out what went wrong The pillow creases on your face never fade until three And your kitchen consists of flies, five‑day‑old takeout and isle two’s special of the week, cold and waiting Those days taking a lifetime to pass ‑ suffering through the late afternoon bad TV Then the local report just reminds everyone else is screwed But not you, you have a house which you help build, you’re so proud Where did you go wrong ‑ the thoughts keep coming Why doesn’t everyone love you ‑ why did your wife leav you What is so wrong living the way you want to, Nothing Except don’t expect it to bring you happienes Those afternoons spent on the couch thinking Everyone else is wrong for persecuting your lifestyle Ignoring your own words of the not so distant past These words of wisdom which were given to better our lives, to Better our selves Ignor all of those word ‑ other peoples and your own It’s your life and you have a right to do with it as you please to dad from your loving son ‑ sun

Coming in to the world Virgin Sacrificial lamb Pure white, with nigh eve notions Raised in fields of green No wolf to raise suspicions Only the soft hand that caresses your smooth wool Those starry nights Filled with peace Thinking the whole world is just one big picture The other side of the white picket fence Green lined with trees Those delightful clumps Of cover, so sweet to the taste Those days were filled with life Until that moment of ceremony Led by women in flowing gowns The crown of daisies Melodious hors were blown in your honor You thought you would live forever Even when the last glimmering spark glistened off the swards polished edge.