9-11-2011

People cry and people die,
It's the way of the world.

Sometimes we love it, sometimes we hate it,
Nevertheless, we must tolerate it.

The pains, the joys, the sorrows,
The promise of many more tomorrows.

It is our right, our gift,
Our plight and our rift.
It is our human condition,
Our following of tradition.

We are human, we are one.
You are me, I am you.
We are us, children of the sun.
They are we, it's what you do.

Throw out your politics and your trifles,
Your left, your right, your day and your night.

Shelve your hatreds and curb your spites.
Turn off the noise, the bull, and your tvs' lights.

You are human, I am human, we are human;
It's a fact that is, will be, and always has been.

We're all different but we're all the same;
We're all players in this so-called game.

People die, and we will cry.
We will die, and people will cry.
It's the way of the world.  We are human.

Always remember, never forget.

The ones you care about, the ones who care about you,
Those who have loved, those who have lost, those who have won,
All the ones who came before, all the ones that will come later,
All that have been, all that are, and all that will be.

Always remember, never forget.

-9-11-2001-

Look at me now

Look at me now, I'm a big kid.
Look at me now, I'm a soulless automaton.
Look at me now, I'm doing it myself.

     One step at a time, mindless and brainless.
     Into the future, into oblivion.
     Eyes in the dirt, sights towards the stars.

Look at me now, I'm an adult.
Look at me now, no hopes, no dreams, and only screams.
Look at me now, I'm a cog in the machine.

Sometimes people only show you what they want you to see. 
Sometimes we only see what we want to see.
Sometimes they only show us what we want to see.

The snake on his belly sneers at the man on his feet.
The snake on his belly pities the man on his knees.
The snake on his belly smiles on the man on his belly.

Wanderlust

I inexplicably feel like traveling.  I just have the urge to go do...something; walk, wander, drift.  I want to go be a vagabond for a while and see where it takes me.

Hold on tight to your dreams.

Bastard lands,
Poisoned skies,
What a sight for some sore eyes.

Slipped through your folded hands,
It's over now, the lies,
It's over now, the cries.