Vitamin D

The Blue Bird Tradition

The Tradition

Cherry Blossom

hey man

Opulent Condescending debauchery

Hey man your not the  first 

To sound this way

Hey man look at all the carcasses 

Along this highway

Something's got to pay

The posh elite

Hey man your not the first

To voice a concern

Hey man do you smell it

Thats what money smells like

The irony of this tollway

Somethings got to pay 

So the posh can live this way

Freedom in a bottle

An alibi from this reality

Someone pays even for that debauchery   

Hey man your not the first

To sound this way

Hey man look out your window

Can you hear their voices

The Past Time

The Beautifull Game

Ducks On 54

Walking towards tomorrow

Devil on my shoulder 

saying do it my way

Angel on the other subtly silent

Agreeing by not speaking

Silence of eternity is like that

As the devil steals the world

Footsteps in the sand

Devil on my shoulder

Saying I told you so

Now make choice

It is hard to decide between black and white

In this world of grey 

Angel on the other 

Conscience of silence

Her head hanging low

Because even Angels make mistakes 

Mistakes unjustified

Footsteps in the sand

Future at hand

Strangely unsatisfied

Angel speaks and the Devil is silent

But the giggle can be heard on the horizon

Reaching for Jupiter

Out of time

If I had a reason

To start over again

As a tornado touches 

Two miles wide

Nothing left behind

As we ran out of time

Misery is a crazy reality check

Living for yesterday

Chocking today

Tears have dried long ago

Reaching for Jupiter 

That is not very far

Stranded on the dark side

Listening for voices in the rubble

Martyrs for hire

Had this dream once Here tonight

Every one smiles and no one dies

Riding my bike in a crew

In the rain and through the sunshine

Honor in these lies

From home to Alaska and back again

Retracing memories on the highway of tears

Pass the town of jeers  

Had this dream once

Was it last might

Or the year before

From home to Chicago and back again via the city of angels 

A dirty one way ride on Route 66

In the rain and through the sunshine

Honoring all lies 

Everyone smiles and no one dies

Every one addicted to the hole in their heart

All of us martyrs for hire

Doing what you were never able to

Had a dream once maybe tomorrow

Everyone smiles and everyone laughs 

Riding with my crew from home

To there and back again

In the sunshine and through the rain

Honoring the truth between the lies

Helping me forget

Sent from my iPhone

A crossing of tears

Bullet proof

Till the lead works its way through

chipping away at your soul

Players get played

Makes them hate the ones they have wronged

Manipulators get manipulated

Makes them blame the ones they have used

All you did was save me

Putting off the enviable for a  time

Old will rub off you in some way 

Lost souls swimming in a great big sea

Giving spit a propose

Just can't be satisfied 

Fairness is never universal 

Players get manipulated

Manipulators get played

Makes them hate the ones they know

Racing trains for fun

Some people are born that way

Risking it all  for no reason at all

A crossing of tears when mothers cry

9 Degrees

It nine degrees

Watching the world

Propping up the unemployed

And how did we let it get this far

We stand at this wake

Embellishing yesterday's boredom 

Relishing nine degrees

Before the crazies come with the heat 

Oil companies smile as the words going to be paid 

Play in the background

Gouging because they can 

And the government stands by to rake it in

The irony of term we serve

It nine degrees

Watching the world

Propping up the unemployed

 The irony of term we serve

 And how did we let it get this far

 And how did we let it get this far

 And how did we let it get this far

We stand at this wake

Embellishing yesterday's boredom 

Relishing nine degrees

Before the crazies come with the heat

Before the crazies come out to play

Gouging because they can

smiling as the words we going to be paid

Plays in the background

 

 

Shadow Boating

First day of the Season

Shadow

Million miles from no where

How did we get here

A million miles from no where

So far apart and  so near

Pictured life so differently

Way back when 

Now we are just inmates of soul

Prisoners of fate

Who were we kidding

Dancing along that life line

Thinking it was fun

Both playing apart 

In a drama already done

 Talking about the future

As if it was past tense

Soul prisoners without a clue

How did we get here

A million miles from no where

So far apart and  so near

A plot full of crazy twists

All of them foreshadowed 

In an ordinary life

Balancing on high wire 

Trapped in indecision

 How did we get here

A million miles from no where

So far apart and  so near

In Silence

This pain will be useful

Setting traps with her tears

Waiting on this debt in life

Conscience will follow you

All the impossible certainty

A useful pain will haunt you

Staying up all day long

Seizing the night

Antecedents’ consequences

False promises telling a truth

Against all hope

In silence you agree

Only a matter of time

riding purgatory

The Reaper

Whispers names
Separating sinners
and the listing their sins

Remembering everyone

Their misfortunes and bad deeds

His voice in a kind of romantic nostalgia

Everyone rides the one way roller coaster

Cynical expressions of nothing more left to hide

One voice will always stand out amongst the throng

Facing the oncoming end with ordinary laughter

Embracing the reaper with a smile

Even paradise has an alternate door

Hearing the laughter amongst screams

On the edge of a city

On a cliff of desire

As the Reaper waits

All in good time

It pays for the omnipresent t wait

Bearing the fruit of patience

Enduring tolerance its reward

Expressions of nothing more left to hide

Their misfortunes someone else’s payday

Everyone rides this one way ride

Meeting terminal velocity

A ride named purgatory

Baiting the hounds of hell

And the smell of cotton candy

Playing honest games of chance

I think I would rather watch monster truck

Ice Reflects

The Reflects off the ice

Mirroring the sky

Ice reflects here and there

In the shadows of sunsets

The Painting

Paint me a picture

Up close and original

Near and far at to simulate time

Looking through the haze of old age

A master piece of this period

One that appeals to no one

But every one can see themselves in

Lace in a puppy field

A little purple in the red

Burnt amber in the setting sky

Reflecting the delusions of an apoplectic world

Paint that story

One of a kind

Up close and to near

So you can hear the fields

And smell the air

Make it a live so as it a stare

Paint me a picture

Up close and original

Near and far at to simulate time

A daydream in real time

A single Moment in everyone’s mind

Looking through this haze

To hear the music of this age

A painting that has meaning

The challenge inspiration

A rock in a puppy field

Looking different

From the other side

Color later

Color a little later

A little more everyday

A minute more of sunshine

till the glass get to full

One Still Burns

One still burns

After the others have burned out

Their light left in shadows

Morning drive

Counting the hours

Levels of deception

Taunting 

Dissipating doubt

All that I needed

Was there all along

Never noticed for the doubt

my head was elsewhere 

Letting you down

Letting me know

Sorrow has a price

Faith easily broken

Should have walked away

Something made me stay

Making futile offering

Nothing was ever pleasing

The clock strikes midnight

Only four hours before sunrise

All that I needed

Was there all alongs

Never noticed for the doubt

Taking the long way home