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Destruction

Sorrow in your eyes

Towers in demise,

What an unpleasant surprise,

listening to childrens cries.

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Rush

Rush to the stage

three hours early.

just to see those lights.

the extra-ordinary orgasm of sound.

Cannot wait for them to start

“closer to the heart”

feel the release of your stress

“Aboard the Thailand Express”

Geddy Lee takes up the bass

not but ten feet from your face.

The essence and presence

of the one Neil Peart

with this music how can the world feel hurt?

The sweet music flies by

“Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?”

A sight only this show can provide your eyes

“Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies”

The last killer rift from Alex Lifeson

and this wonderful spectacle is done.


Sunlit Dinner

There is nothing better

than a sunlit dinner.

Follow with your eyes

as the sky

goes by

And take a sip

of your lemon drink.

As you stare off into space

let your mind erase,

let your soul escape

into a peaceful place.

There is nothing better

than a sunlit dinner.


Ocean

I Open my Eyes. The Sky is gray. Rain is wet against me. Wind Howls down empty streets. Hurricane.

I Open my Eyes. I see the World. Hear the distant Roar of the Ocean. Feel the rain. Smell the Sea. Taste Fear.

I Open my Eyes. Step into Liquid, cold. Cold. Cold like ice. Feel the Rain and Feel the Life racing through me.

I Open my Eyes. I See the World.


Life

And yes, you can make

all the excuses you want.

you can justify your

wrongs in any way that makes

your insecurities turn into

a feeling of power and well being.

You can dismiss the blatant truths

right in front of your eyes

in search of any reason to tell yourself

that this is not who

you really are.

But in the end,

you cannot hide from the truth.

You must come to face who you are,

who you have been,

what you have done.

In the end,

you cannot make any more

excuses.

You cannot cover up

any of your wrong doings.

You can no longer seek

to feed off the weak,

rather you must come to terms with

yourself and who you really are

as a person.


Wasted ~

Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time

It comes upon me that I have been living blind

Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes

To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime

Like many before me, I try to rewind

All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed

Obviously I should have taken more risks

But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.


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Nothin’s easy

when you’re

feelin’ queasy.

Nothin’s fun

when you’re

on the run.

people are scared

with you’re

blue hair.

you got you’re gun

and now it’s done.

Just pull the trigger

and watch it flash

before your eyes.

Give it a squeeze

and watch him

crumple to his knees.

It doesn’t matter

anymore.

When he’s

sinking to the floor.

Nothin’s hard

with you’re

own petard.

Everything’s fun

when you

got a gun.

They’re still scared

of your

red hair.

But the nightmare

is over

before it begun.


a favorite place of mine

the boy went out

to find his home

the dog set out

to find his bones

mother wept

for just awhile

father came home

passed out on the floor

slept in his clothes

he was gone before morn

a favorite place of mine

was always under the covers

i feel so safe

from outside bothers

i clench my eyes closed shut

in hopes that when i open them

love will be there


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


Dreamer

Dreams never die

but sometimes they cry.

Dreams may never fly

but sometimes they try.

Dreams can reach the sky

or never past your eyes.

Dreams can be a way to live

or hold you captive.


Others

In deepest Night,

when all are asleep

is when they come,

up the flight

of shadow-stair

silent and fleet

Cloaked in black,

Quiet as the breath

of a slumbering child,

Down the Hall,

soundlessly gliding

Quietly

into the bed-chambers

of my family

And there they stand,

not breathing, sensationless

Diabolic yet infinitely patient

standing

staring from shadowed faces

no eyes but still they are watching,

in Deepest night

the clock reads three

I am awake, eyes squeezed

Shut

but

I know there is one standing,

and its

Looking

at me.


Ocean Bird

Ocean Bird soars

past gates and Doors

Past ports and towns,

Past smiles and frowns

Over the World’s troubles

Gliding effortless and subtle

In the strobe of the light

Of Sunshine morning, Glory flight

Ocean Bird soars

Past dark shadowed Moors,

Past caves by the coasts

Over lonely Ghosts

Out to the Sea

Of Joyous uncertainty,

Ocean Bird soars

To Heavenly lures

Past the dark storm cloud,

Past the Mean-eyed crowd

Past the dangerous waters

Till white snow covers

The Docks and the piers

And the daylight clears

Every cloud from the Skies

Opening up the Wanderer’s Eyes,

Ocean Bird soars

With a Soul so Pure!

Past the white-capped foam,

He’s found a Home


Somewhere In Between

Between the Trees and

the Locust cries

You can hear the soft

moan of the Summer breeze

You ruffled my leaves

and I began to cry

the saplings will

All wither and Die

I was somewhere in between

two towering elder trees

I was overwhelmed

Opportunity ripped out from my arms

I went down to the creek

and took a Deep draw,

I rose to my feet and

Spread my limbs wide

and for the first time

I opened my Eyes.


Deviance

When the result is Success,

How can I be Wrong,

And How can there be Progress

If we Never change the Song?

How can Someone See

If their Eyes are Halfway shut,

And How can something Be

If it’s throat is Always Cut?

What makes Good,

And What makes Bad,

If Holy-men Killed, would

Criminals be Sad?

If there were no Bloodshed

Then Nations could Not Rise,

And How could Trees Grow

If Nothing ever Dies?

Lubricity and Deviance

Metastasize like a Cancer,

A Mournful,

Blissful Grievance

Smiling with

the Answer


Suits and Ties

Open Eyes

And Walking into

Suits and Ties

Wondering who

Sees the Lies

If one Knew

Individuality Dies,

Those who do

Open Eyes

(I am one too,

as I realize)

Can Only Feel blue,

And sometimes cries

As we march out the Doors,

Into Suits and Ties


The Endless Race

When you want something

you just don’t know.

How do you get

somewhere you can’t go?

Dream of stars and space

will I ever win this endless race?

Be all that you can be,

well I tried but it’s taking an eternity.

No where to run,

no where to hide,

just left behind these sunken eyes.


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