Who Stands to Gain

Who Stands to Gain?

Who stands to gain
From the pain that
Comes with the rain

Who spins the wheel
That picks the meal
That begins to heal
The pain that the poor feel

I’ve seen the answer at
The bottom of a bowl
I didn’t know what it was
So I just ate and ingested
And later in life when I heard the buzz
It was too late because the answer was digested

I had it again
It was in my notes
I had written it down
I found out the reason it floats
It was clear to me for that one moment
It was clear to me what those rocks at stonehenge meant
But then again with the flick of a pen
The words that I wrote
Became just marks of a chicken
And I knew that my life which had never been clear
Would be cloudy again
Would be not without fear
The fear that exists in the back of my mind
In the pit of the places that only I find

The irrational scare that can start from a tear
A nick in the fabric
That makes a healthy man sick
Sick in the head
Sick in the soul sick in the heart
And loose his control

So out on the streets
Out on my ass
Out in the rain
To feel the pain
The pain that came with the rain
And flooded my being

And of course the answer was me all along
I caused the pain
I take responsibility
But do I stand to gain.

Truth

Truth

They say the truth shall set you free

and why not, the truth shall be what it be

but then again as long as you feel within

that you are with out sin

that truth that you feel

that truth that you know to be true

the one deep inside of you

that truth

not the one you claim is not false

not the one that memory recalls

and plays out your mouth

like a pre-recorded sound-byte

or turning on and off the light

the one that stops you

makes you hesitate

makes you question about your fate

makes you re-evaluate

and exfoliate

the lies from your life

like the dead skin off your face

to face the world, to face your life

to face... the TRUTH.

Soapbox 1

Soapbox 1

I do not want to know

the future we’re creating.

“Morals” is a strange word,

a concept quickly fading.

If we look inside ourselves,

I know what we would see,

a billion private hells

and scared uncertainty.

We lack the strength, the courage,

the bold hope we need,

to make a worthy stand

to stop the growth of greed.

Instant gratification

is how it is these days.

Our conscience is all but covered up

by a numbing, congealing haze.

All of life has yet to be damaged

by this lecherous and baneful muck.

And that my friend, dare you be

is where we are in luck.

For in everyone there is some Good,

and in some, that Good is what is most.

Good can heal, Good can grow.

But Good needs you! as a host.