Rest In Peace - The United States of America

The oil is clogging up the sea.
The fish and sea critters have nowhere to go to be free.
The blackness covers them in darkness.
Every breathe brings them closer to death.
And the news says people are suffering.
They need the sea to eat.

The company tries to dodge the bullets of blame
Being shot from every direction.
They deflect the questions.
They use deception to alter perceptions.
They hope they can be pulled out of the slick,
And reaim the fire plume towards a scapegoat;
All to save a buck or two.

There's a slippery slope that we are sliding down.
Lies are being told as truth.
No one speaks with honesty.
Integrity is just another word in the dictionary.

We all have the programming to be better and
Thereby build a better world.
But only the fools pass into the offices.
Where the ghosts' of their consciences haunt them;
While they make their greedy demands.
Their little crickets have long been dead.
And only the words they say change to appease the wind of public opinion.

Power and money is the reason they run around
Like monkey's squeezed into hamster wheels.
Fear drives them to harden their hearts.
They amass their fortunes and sit atop their pyramids;
With the giant eye watching out for anyone who tries to
Take a bite out of their apple pie.

The oil spill is a symptom of a much deadlier disease.
We are electing our own demise.
I say let's start over.
Pack them up, Clean all the white houses on those hills out.
But I know change is an illusion.

To even want to be a politician,
Selfishness is the main requirement.
Love thyself leads the charge.
So don't be surprised to see more
More spills, diseasters, cover ups,
More busted budgets, broken promises, lost jobs,
More deserted houses, lies and foreclosed American dreams.

The skeleton of the constitution sits behind bullet proof glass,
Meaning nothing more then a history lesson that kids don't even want to learn.
No longer is it securing "Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our posterity"
Rest in Peace - The United States of America.

Out of Tune

You realize your heart and life have gotten out of tune.
You sit down to figure out what to do,
Where you are going,
And where you want to be.
How to find the path to set you free.
It's not as easy as it seems.
A whole lifetime could pass you by,
Before you see you aren't where you thought you'd be.

And that's when you declare,
I got to do it my way!
No more short cuts or compromises.
My way's got to find it.
You rearrange and make changes until you got it.
Doing what you should be and doing it your way.

You drive down the highway talking to yourself.
It's all so clear when you are by yourself.
But along comes the day and yourself gets lost.
You're too busy to apply all those ideas inside your mind.
You tell yourself there'll be time someday,
but you're kidding yourself

And one day it won't be enough
to declare enough is enough
it's got to be my way or no way
because the only way left is the light above your head.

God has Me on Mute

The TV ain't gonna save me and God has me on mute!
This road I've been driving on washed out right in front of me.
I can't see where to go. I have no GPS to know the way.
This world has me confused, but that's not hard to do.

I want a little piece of peace inside my mind.
I want a little bite of love inside my heart.
I want a little bit of happiness inside my soul.
What's it to want a little up when all I feel is down?

Bring me peace.
Bring me love.
Bring me happiness.
Bring me a reason to stay.

The dog really isn't God and I can't buy a cure when my money is all gone.
I tried to fly but I never left the ground.
When I ran I tripped. I drowned on my own blood.
I've gotten confused, but that's not hard to do.

Monochrome

I am monochromatic today.
From my boots to my roots,
I am a variety of beige.
My flesh and my underthings
All play off the same color today.

From sober and heavy,
To Light and airy,
Beige blends and transcends,
I'm draped in a monochromatic blend.
Sepia tones address
My blandest mood depresses.

The sky is dark.
The rain is clear.
And I am 10 types of brown.
From the bark of the trees
To the ground,
I've honed into this frequency
of a polychrome delinquency.

I am monochromatic today.
Hear my monotone voice.
Feel the calm of the dull.
Embrace the fawn inside.
And let your inner taupe define
Another boring day on the outside.