The Winner - poem

I like watching the trains in the yard.
Loading up and speeding out into the dark.
My only wish is to be on one.
Run past the fences and dodge the security guard.
Run up beside and jump into the boxcar.
I don't care where it's going, if the ride is long.
From this town I've been banished.
They were too scared of understanding.
Who knew differing ideas would lead to trouble.
As quick as lightning.
Took to the street rioting.
But it only seemed to hurt my cause.
Now my eyes are back on these trains.
Bailing is sounding good again.
Maybe the next place will welcome me with open arms.
Succeeding will make them look like fools.
After all, they tried destroying my tools.
Revenge could be swift, but the gloating is better in the long run.
I can be kicked out.
Friends threatened with death if I'm even thought about.
Should know better than to push too much.
You've seen what it can do.
Turns the crowd against you.
And I win by playing the victim.

Unfinished poem, but coming along

The city lights, are blocking out the sky.
Holds no remorse, we came chasing the pie.
Our own faults, for having that spark lit in our eye.
Believing we are bigger than life.
The city doesn't care for us.
Wants our money then helps us die.

The shops are an illusion.
A front for a capitalist collusion.
Marketed towards hipster fads and ideas.
The new way of thinking has been created by those pigs.
Taken the city by storm.
Inviting their guineas to become residents.

There's graffiti on the 1st street bridge.
Downtown's become a center for pro gentrification.
Corner's littered with big box stores selling health foods.
Farmers markets being shunned because they're not hip and cool.
Brick buildings have been replaced with glass.
Homeless being marched out of town by a wealthier class.

Did Not Answer - poem/song

I hear the bell ring.
As I'm climbing the stairs.
Walk through an empty hallway.
Towards the lab to see if anyone's there.
Hope I'm the first to get back.
Can't stand those awkward stares.
Take a big deep breath.
Reach the corner, on my last steps.
The faces inside hold the torments.

Struggle every day.
With my own demons.
Forced to interact.
With people who just encourage it.
Wears a person down.
Like your not worthy of being human.
I pray that they get theirs.
An unpleasant surprise from their maker.
To feel what it's like to suffer.

They say you are your own worst enemy.
Well today that's true.
Always results with a loss somewhere.
Communities frantically looking for clues.
Always a could have, never a should have.
Compassion can't be taught, should always be part of you.
Be a friend when one is needed.
Who doesn't need someone to listen?
Who doesn't need a friend?

Time Will Erase You - poem

Take a gander.
The view should outrage.
Lucky the dead can't act.
You'd be torn apart and destroyed again.

Wanted to make a point.
Determined
A star in another life?
To the living your nameless.

Did you think twice as you pushed the button?
Consider anyone else?
Too blind with faith.
Leaving lives in ruin.

Not a way to get compassion.
Won't be winning any voters.
Outrage, not support.
Condemnation for any violent action.

The public might be lazy.
Not ignorant
They'll stand together.
Collectively oppose any brand of extremism.

I Only Enjoy 2 Months music video

A little video I made. Not much to look at, but the main focus is the song. It's just a rough demo of the track, but it gives an idea.

A new picture

Hamburger Hill - poem

Woke up and grabbed my piece.
Stormed out the door, a grimace on my face.
Several weeks of ongoing battles, today is the day.
Didn't join up to watch the inside of a room.
Putting up a good fight making heads go boom.
If death is what the man wants, we'll be meeting the quota soon.

Told not to take prisoners.
They just bark or whine.
We tell them to be quiet.
Or shove a grenade down their throat.
Try not to show excitement.
After they explode.

Running up that hill.
Adrenaline running high.
Nerves through the roof.
Shot at by bullets of every size.
Bodies roll to the bottom pit.
Most dead, but a few still alive.

Make it too the top.
And there's nothing to see.
A bombed out crater.
Littered with corpses shred apart like hamburger, no grass, no trees.
Regardless of where I go.
The sight is embedded in my memory.
To this day I can't eat a cheeseburger.
So I'll take a chicken sandwich please.