Drops of Rain

Drops of rain falling,
trying to change course,
no point in stalling,
it only makes it worse.

Every drop ends in the ocean,
nothing one can do,
so don't fight the motion,
instead just be you.

Fall with style
as Mr. Lightyear would say
Dance away the time
get ready for your grave

Its the cycle of life
droplets hit the sea
clouds form above
precipitating with glee

Its just part of nature
we are slaves to her will
droplets can't fight gravity
and we can't keep time still

I Need to Say

I know i'm negative all the time
It often feels its by design
but i need an outlet for my feels
it helps me keep myself in line

I know others feel the same
its sad that its this way
but know there is someone there
thats okay with what you say

Know you are not alone
as i try to do
don't let your heart turn to stone
to protect yourself from you

My poems really are not that good
but i write them anyway
I know they'll be misunderstood
they are just words i need to say

Pipe Dreams

Fate has deemed me
to this life i live
to chase pipe dreams
and live in pretend

I kid myself
time and time again
to chase the unattainable
and live the unsustainable

I just want my fair shot
I just want a fair game
but the game is rigged
and I'm insane

No matter what i do or say
in the end it doesn't matter
my destiny decided at birth
to be meaningless matter

There was a Hero Once

He had a hero once,

Never doubting,

larger than life,

sheer astounding.

He trusted him,

and worked hard to impress,

to be in his good graces,

to not be a mess.

He would never cower,

while his hero was near,

He would take the leap,

and overcome his fear.

One day it all changed,

his suspicions were confirmed,

his hero was bogus

he was a sick worm.

How to trust again?

when trust is gone,

when heroes are smashed,

in senseless song

All that is left,

is too pick up the pieces

to move on with life

and remove the leaches

Idealize no one,

accept who they are

try to be good

and don't leave a scar.

The Temple

My mind wrestled with thought

about my internal state

this spiritual drought

that seemed like fate

My brain whirred with questions

Questions I never dared ask

I wondered the unthinkable

and put God to task

I would wander the lake

and drift into its waves

I was rootless with no stake

there was nothing left to save

I voiced out my cries,

to the sky above

while the rain poured down

and i rejected his love

It was always so serene

that beautiful lakeshore

devoid of the trappings

of cultural mores

I worshipped at the altar

of a temple I had built

on a beautiful lakeshore

bereft of guilt

No need to hide my feelings 

from the others everyday

this church only had one member

Lets hope that member stays.

The Hopeless Shill

Torn in two this life I lead
Unsure which path to take
I sit on the fence undecided
Hoping my choice will come by fate

I feel the tug of two different tides
one of upbringing, one by design
Wishing to make war on all i knew
to feel free at last in this stew

Facts and feelings intermingle
muddling my mind
I just want to be objective
to find the truth inside

When will it come to me
I doubt it ever will
I hope God you will have mercy
on me the hopeless shill

Sad Brother

Stop the shit

please lets quit

demonizing the other

we are all brothers

It comes natural

its part of a tribe

to believe we're better

than the other side

But we're the same

all fallible and wrong

just as lame

just as strong

Bridge the divide 

of our empty minds

end the cycle

Before we find

One more reason to hate

to fear the other

or your next

my sad brother.

God

What is God?

Is God the taskmaster?
that beats us for sin
setting us up to fail
daring us to win

Or is God a spectator?
watching a game
laughing at our folly
snickering at our shame

Or is God a scientist?
That designed a maze
us the lab rats
running through a haze

Or is God a child?
a tantrum throwing baby
angry at his toys
while they know he's crazy

Or is God our friend?
That tries to understand
but he speaks a different language
one we can't comprehend

Or is God a riddle?
That we try to solve
the ultimate answer
round which life revolves

Clashing Tides

Life is a torrent ocean

a raging sea

we carve little kingdoms

desiring to be free

But we weren't made

to hide behind walls

to cower and wait

as the waves crash and fall

we desire adventure,

the hunt, the pursuit,

to win the great fight

and prove our might

We spectate at warriors

that put on a show

wishing we were them

why we don't know

The crashing storm

the patriot at war

the call to arms

the need for more

Suits and ties

faking civility

domesticated lies

denying barbarity

The animal inside

must have his way

yet repress him we must

we don't have a say

Darwin

Surrounded by lies all around,

as Darwin plays his game

people pretending to care

but what they want is very clear

People have needs and wants,

so why do we lie?

why do we pretend?

When we all know the game.

The game is to win,

to beat your fellow man

to show him you are better

and lay claim to the prize

Our biology has fated us

to a destiny we didn't choose

to impulses we can't fight

to a lifetime of strife

We signal virtue or vice

out of desire

to elevate ourselves

above our brothers

but we are the same

unwilling to be tamed

wishing to live by reason

but instead are ashamed

For some this doesn't matter

the thought does not cross their mind

i wish only i could be

as ignorant as they

But instead I am a cynic

judging everyone, and myself

by an impossible standard

that reason dictates

but life can't accept.

Nothing I can do

It hurts to see you suffer,
I want to heal you like no other,
but I am not you,
I don't know what to do.

I can't even help myself,
the world spins,
yet I stand still,
unable to comprehend,
or join in on the thrill

The sun sets and rises,
yet to you its all the same,
you can't find joy in life,
all you feel is pain

If the sun stayed put,
would you smile?
If the birds sang your name,
would you giggle?

Why can't you say yes?
Let yourself enjoy life?
While the sun radiates light,
you are stuck in the night.

You plunge deeper into darkness,
and I chase you down,
but nothing I say,
can make you turnaround.

If I don't turn around now,
I might be stuck just like you,
so sorry I must leave,
Please know I love you.