Maybe walls
are not what we think
we have them in houses
by our kitchen sink
field stone rock walls
foster growth
of farm-based economies
we need them both
who knows
truth shows
make this place better
or drown in your woes
SILENCE
In true silence
answers sleep
dreaming of questions
buried down deep
layers of noise
over thought pasts
prey on our future
like snakes
in the grass
silently creeping
selfishly weeping
I wish some thoughts
could be answered
by sleeping
ATMOSPHERE
Found you in the rafters
laying flat on your back
all in wrappers
it wasn't the first time
you knew
what was wrong
but it was the last time
you'd sing
this song
and the old people
gather around the town
to cast their votes
for the vultures
that aren't even around
to help you
when you need
it's all simplified
by greed
things are easier to justify
maybe
but it makes the world so less
pleasing
makes the world
not wanna
sing
when you need it to
sometimes that's every day
might be another
Atmosphere
you subscribe to
but in your own way
it's all the same thing
anyway
all the same thing
anyway
FUSS
I was torn away
from the things
that made sense
in my mind
I was born into a mountain stream
that I now remind
myself
what it all means
myself
what it all means
threw my dreams into the ocean
watched them float around
for days
then the sharks
and sun tan lotion
ate away
all the smiles on my face
all the smiles on my face
and the rats walk by me
with a certain respect
in their eyes
remembering how fair things were
in the center of a little guys eyes
in the middle of this disguise
that will send you
back to hell
your own perception
of a wishing well
might as well be the same thing
oh well
at least the floods aren't here
yet
in this high up elevation
we sit
never gonna catch us
so why is everybody making
such a fuss
everybody making
such a fuss
everybody making
such a fuss