Where Are We Really Headed?

Where are we really headed--
Divisiveness and hate?
Or some Orwellian classroom
That's sponsored by Bill Gates?
The cults of 1960s,
More drugs, more love and wars?--
Where are we really headed?
What are we living for?
A multicultural prison,
Where everyone's the same,
Where we are merely pieces
In politicians' games?
Where are we really headed?--
A heat wave or more cold--
And will there be more rebels
Turned cynics when they're old?
Where are we really headed?
A workers' paradise--
Where fellow PC comrades
Spew forth the party lines?
Or is it Armageddon
That we're waiting for?--
Forget your student loans
And knock on heaven's door?
Where are we really headed?
World government and porn,
Where we don't need both parents
In order to be born?
Where we can be repaired
With spare body parts,
Where urine and manure
Are still considered art?
Where are we really headed?
I really want to know--
Where are we really headed?
Will we evolve and grow
Beyond black, white and yellow,
Red, brown, blue and green--
Or will we still be worshipping
Some stars in magazines?
Where are we really headed?
Just open the door--
Forget your education
And learn to live
Once more.


September 2, 2013

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Creatures facing southward
Or northward with common
Or bias motives

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Human with diverse ambition.

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One Day Will...

One day will change the way
I see my world, my fate and my hurt
Come to new terms
And eyes that try, as hard as mine
Suddenly find Me,
No more hiding, denying
Trying to protect,
the little I thought I had left
When inside is all that was needed
the right light
I find it though in those eyes
welcoming, hearts sacred sunshine.
Emotionally climbing,
out of these walls of my own design.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not a lot of thought or planning went in to this one.  Really spur of the moment, based on the emotions that are currently felt the most and written down for others to look upon.  I hope you all like them.    Thanks.

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Path Of Life

We walk down this path,

while our dreams shatter like glass.
We hold onto the memories long past;
the happy times that we want to relive.
We're all living on hope of better days.
The time will come and everything will come undone.
We'll be left all alone just flying in free fall.
Watching the memories we love all slipping out of reach.
I don't want to be hopeless,
I don't want to feel this grief.
Please just turn this all around,
I don't want to keep falling down.
You used to take my hand,
You smiled up at me while we walked alone.
We'd talk and we'd laugh,
Letting go and living life.
Taking it all one step at a time.
Then like a wave crashing down,
My life was turned all around.
You weren't there by my side,
You were gone without a sign.
I had no one to guide me,
no one to trust in.
My voice just one without reason. 
We all dream big,
all of us reach for the stars.
We're told that we can do anything.
All these lies have just been unwound,
please just tell me why.
Just take me back to the days before.
We hold onto what we got,
and then within a blink of an eye it's all gone.
Everything is said and done,
Then we all drift apart,
Left all alone,
walking in the dark,
not knowing where to go.
Then we realize we're left to walk the path of life all alone...
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ball of confusion




people become highly indignant,

even declare war upon nations,

to murder millions in the name of a god 

that is the center of their 'religion',

but answer this: if your 'religion'

is a 'business', then why do you 

call it a 'religion'? and if your war 

is costing your nation millions 

of dollars to take the lives of 

millions of people, then who are 

you really fighting, your religion,

or your government? and who is 

fighting who?


1:26 AM 7/10/2013 ©







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People moving out, people moving inWhy? Because of the color of their skinRun, run, run but you sure can't hideAn eye for an eye, a tooth for a toothVote for me and I'll set you freeRap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacherAnd it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacherSegregation, determination, demonstration, integrationAggravation, humiliation, obligation to my nation
Ball of confusionOh yeah, that's what the world is todayWoo, hey, hey
The sale of pills are at an all time highYoung folks walking round with their heads in the skyThe cities ablaze in the summer timeAnd oh, the beat goes on
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soulShooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soonPoliticians say more taxes will solve everythingAnd the band played on
So, round and around and around we goWhere the world's headed, said nobody knows[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/ball-of-confusion-lyrics-temptations.html ]Oh, great GoogamoogaCan't you hear me talking to you?
Just a ball of confusionOh yeah, that's what the world is todayWoo, hey, hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhereUnemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gasAnd the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservationAnd the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectorsMod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many billsHippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting'End the war' and the band played on
Great GoogamoogaCan't you hear me talking to you?
It's a ball of confusionThat's what the world is today, hey, heyLet me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin' ball of confusionThat's what the world is today, hey, heyLet me hear ya, let me hear yaLet me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear yaSayin' ball of confusion


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ice cold numbness

bathing the hands and feet

of soldiers past

doused in healing water

reaching into portals beyond

and flesh and bones 

of days gone by

and a time where sirens

fill the skies

the laughter of chidren dies


he glazed the tip of the scapel

to the wound in my mind

unknowing if whether

the stitch would hold

but had faith in the light of my eyes

her pain was great and lasted years

but the greater pain seen in his tears

a universal bandaid was what he saw

to nulify the scars of war


the surgeon's hopes 

are filled with fears

but love outlasts

all human tears




12:48 PM 7/4/2013





Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about an experience gifted to me by a doctor whose care i was once under as a child.

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thrown under the bus

nowadays all she does is whine about her bodily pains,

but when you were left alone, 

she stayed drunk, prowling the bars

days on end, 

oblivious to the emotional wreckage left

on your chest, like a hot iron

melted through the tender heart of a 10 year old,

the open wound to the 


cauterized shut

too soon,

without even leaving any open flesh

for the pain to be released,

seared closed with the shame, pain, and false pride of generations,

sealed in for years like a safety box of magnets,

pulling you towards anything and everything self-destructive

in a desperate search for some morsel of hope,

that the next christmas dinner might be more than 

knocking on the doors of neighbors, being lucky enough to be

asked in to share a holiday meal, 

and an attempt to be noticed for something other than the burden

you were to her deep and fervent longing for 

the escape, into smoke filled rooms,

that reeked with the heavy, putrid smell of week-old frying grease,

cigarettes, and hairspray, that became one of your main

reasons for going to live with your dad--

other than the day she up and left for california,

a 50 dollar bill to substitute her mac and cheese, dribbled with 

one and a half inches of ashes off a pall mall,

only to be less than reluctantly welcomed by him,

and a stepbrother who most always was 

notably more worthy of better dirtbikes, nicer clothes 

and a much more frequent pat on the back 

for a job well done, 

that most often wasn't.


a dollar for him and quarter for you, along with the bottom bunk,

that smelled like pee from all the years he wet the bed,

only ever good enough for sloppy seconds--

and then there was brownie,

poor broken down swayback, with skin infections,

baldspots and degenertive bone disease,

in light of your brother's black stallion stud,

as if the 6 inch scar on the back of your leg wasn't enough 

from your father's drunken rage with a 4 inch hunting knife,

and the glass from the window that left it's souvenir the night he threw you

across the room, all before the age of 14.



i may have shot that horse between the eyes too.





11:37 PM 6/26/2013





Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a poem about a kid.





We Don't Know

Everything you might believe

Could possibly be untrue

Everything you know could leave

To reveal things you never knew

We don’t know what’s coming next

All we know is tomorrow’s another day

What we do know is down in text

But  what about tomorrow? We can’t say

Some people like it; they’re excited by not knowing

But others think it’s scary, being in the dark

Like being blindfolded, can’t see where they’re going

Life isn’t simple, no walk in the park

Will we be alive tomorrow, another day to live

Or is this day our last, never again to see light

Does what we do even matter, what we give or get

Because even we might not be able to make everything right

We can’t even prepare for what might come

Because we don’t even know what to prepare for

We don’t know if we even need to prepare, we can’t even run

We can guess and predict, but we won’t know for sure

If only we had magic crystal balls

To tell us what we need to know

We would know all the rises and falls

Of people, we would know the future flow

But we don’t have them, so it is as it is

We only know it when we find out

The future is tomorrow, a mystical fizz

And we can only sit here in doubt



Living a life im not proud of leading, yet I still remain here, never have I though about leaving. Support you I will, even though what I do doesnt show what I feel. I dont think we would make it, and I hate having to fake it. But this is what we made, what we created. There werent no mistakes, there was just some bad choices, thats why we must follow through with this, and not ignore quiet voices. We will fight together, because its what we chose, but there will be no fairy tale, there will be no prose. Decisions were made without considering, and life will be lived without ever remembering.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about lust, and pregnancy. But about commitment and hate. Take the message how you want it. It can have many meanings. Please comment with what you think.