Lord I am running out of patience
Lord when are you coming to see about me
I am in the waiting room
When is it going to be my time
My heart is broken I need open heart surgery
I cannot take no more pain
I know what what it feels like to be left out in the rain
I am in the waiting room waiting patiently
I'm crying these tears nobody understand
Everybody says suck it up you are a man
I feel like no one love me
Nobody care about you
People keep telling me lies
When I know the truth

Looked in the mirror and saw my father there

A sudden cold chill ran through the midnight air

He turned so old so fast before he even realized

He still looked like he felt so young in his eyes

I could see age had taken over his ghostly face

Every wrinkle and blemish in it I could trace

Sparse hair whiter than I remembered it to be

He looked like he was feeling so much misery

His spirit looked young but his body looked old

I looked at him and what a story his body told

His body shriveled and hunched over as he walked

Let her cry her mind,
allow her to pour away her boiling anger
don't beat her and still shush her
at least, let her cry,
A common man once said.

A man that talks about justice
is like two fighting elephants
who will spare the grass
and take them to the beach.

These your eyes seems fixed
Yet the rich and the poor you seem to know
Your spear is mostly against the poor
Oh lady, why?

I am antisocial lock myself away from the Sun

I am happy just being in a crowd of one

I spend my days and nights talking to myself

When all is said and done I am all I have left

Not having a phone does not bother me at all

No one ever calls and I have no one to call

I am antisocial I have no need of friends

That is where the heartbreak always begins

Watch television by myself in a dark room

See a world filled with so much gloom

Live alone and that is the way I will die

No one will even know the reason why

There was silence in the valley
Birds had nothing left to sing
The water ran dry from a dead well spring
Off in the distance you can just barely see
He was standing in a shadow smaller than a flea
Dying in the embers and going up in flames
The invisible man, never knew his name
He left no legacy, no one was amazed
No phone records and his messages erased
His voice like a signal from an old dead star
It was such a long distance, sound was just too far
Now he’s a ghost with no haunted house

The bearing of all or partial weight
Plainly physical, obscured emotional
Desperation is a lonely estate
Reserved for only the saddest devotional

The manor is old as the land it straddles
High walls are crafted from quarried stone
Bearing scars, thousands of battles
Atop hill it stands, content and alone

Time takes a toll and weather erodes
Fortresses need their maintenance too
Repoint the mortar and repair the roads
There’s always a plethora of fixing to do

If you ever go looking around for me

You will find me in a bed in Ward C

A cold feather pillow under my head

Made up of feathers of a bird long dead

Across my body are straps to hold me down

Gag over my mouth so I cannot make a sound

In a bed across from me is a man wearing white

Talks to himself all day and all through the night

They are going to come and take me away soon

Put me in a clean hard bed in my own private room

They will put a long sharp skinny needle in my arm

When all avenues seem closed
Emotional baggage holds your bonds
Rank despair bogs down the heart
Like anklets hewn from concrete blocks

Hold fast with all your inner hope
Espy the long forgotten truth
…For every seen atrocity
A silent miracle goes unnoticed

The night wind barked with a cold fervor

The stringy Willow trees served as observers

The mist started to gather upon the ground

There was not a single soul anywhere around

From the ground the mist it started its rise

In the night there were faint flickers of fireflies

Strewed around there were weeds and stones

To mark the places of the deep buried bones

They dug their way to the top of the ground

The skeletons danced to the animals sounds

All through the witched night this went on

I wish to be back in the day
We slept together on a pile of hay
Milky white skin she could send a hex
Make me a drunken toy for sex

We ran with bow and arrow
Sometimes only to have sparrow
But that damn Rex was always on our heels
Enough meat for hundreds of meals

Recurrent dreams of fanciful youth
Forty-foot reptile steps on my roof
Precipitates a frightening flourish of screams
That permeate nightly, into my dreams