Sleepy Head

Sleepy head won't you wake up,

Shake the dew from your hazy eyes.

Unwrap yourself from the warm inviting

World that you put yourself in.

Say hello to the morning.

Say hello to the day.

May 20/12

Running through the garden

Running through the garden,

Trampling on the flowers,

Squashing the vegetables.

Up turning the potted plants

On the edge of the grass.

No concern on what your doing.

The older couple comes out

Of there home and see the damage.

How sad and angered they are.

Unfourtunate the way things are.

Disbelief, this is the only

Thing they can believe.

They cleaned up the mess.

Put everything away.

And they find themselves talking

About moving from there or putting up

A fence.

But they thought about this and realized

That the fence wouldn't work.

Time moves on.

And things change.

May 29/12

The Audience is listening

The Audience is Listening

To every word spoken and thought of.

To every person that had ever listen to what another person

said or expressed to them.

What is it that we take from the void of endless banter,

and pseudo intelligence idea?

why do we still hunger from this pop idea of thought?

What is it that this void needs to satisfy it's deep deep aching hunger?

No one is listening, no one cares to, no one wants to engage this

People are tired of being lied to,

having the world unravel in front of them,

There government, there social structures, love.

Are we really listening or just providing empty smile of agreeing facade.

There is no escape from this dark age that we have fallen back into!

What is the hope that guilds them through this time in life?

I dare not say follow god or another false belief.

Drugs are not the answer, but a nice distraction from reality

that we so desperately try to escape from.

Listen, don't listen, its always your choice.

The Audience is listening. . .

May 07/12