Under this hot light,
it's my only view
to the notes I love to play.
I sweat for you.
But the sweat runs down faster on the fast food worker
cleaning the sidewalk.
His last duty of the day, as his young son watches,
because there's no one to watch him,
but he doesn't mind or know.
23:00.
I've got something up my sleeve for you,
just wait.
I'll get my way.
Things will change.
He's spending time with his father,
who he loves more than life.
He's working for something better,
something more for his son.
23:00 on a Saturday.
I've got something up my sleeve for you,
just wait.
I'll get my way.
Things will change.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Ketchup Soup
When will we match quality with logic?
What do they see when they wake up?
Where will they receive a meal tonight?
I wish they knew.
60 and a paperboy.
35 with three jobs.
20 and branded illegal.
15 and pregnant.
8 and starved.
When will we lower our weapons?
When we learn to love.
What do they see when they wake up?
Where will they receive a meal tonight?
I wish they knew.
60 and a paperboy.
35 with three jobs.
20 and branded illegal.
15 and pregnant.
8 and starved.
When will we lower our weapons?
When we learn to love.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
6th
I am here to move mountains,
not kick sand.
I am here to build cities
taller than the last.
I am here to erase our parents mistakes
by playing in the snow.
So bring a jacket,
it's going to rain.
not kick sand.
I am here to build cities
taller than the last.
I am here to erase our parents mistakes
by playing in the snow.
So bring a jacket,
it's going to rain.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Aspens in January
You wouldn't even want to listen to
this. Is how you make me feel
Unbelievable how I wait.
Haitred
Why can't they be heard?
Why can't our heads turn in the direction
to where they yell for our forgiveness
of whatever they did that made us forget them?
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