Anger with absolutes

Anger with absolutes
Full annihilation
Unforgiving wanting
An assassination

Black and white thinking leaves
A checkered view of life
Not all realities
Can be cut by a knife

If and whenever should

If and whenever should
Trees no longer inspire
Or curiosity
Not renew but expire

Forgive me I am gone
Just a shell of the man
That I once was but now
No sign of who I am

Not exotic or rare

Not exotic or rare
Feelings that are cherished
Perhaps they're nothing more
Look everyone has perished

With only this one life
Travelling the narrow
Fearful of conclusion
I'm only a sparrow

No more downy feathers

No more down feathers
Green hardening to wood
The sun no longer high
Holding on like it should

Knowledge and guesses both
Finding posterity
The individual
Locked in celerity

No rainbow wide enough

No rainbow wide enough
Nor cloud covers that far
We share the same moon but
Not the wish on a star

We grapple and grimace
At an unfinished end
Abandoning closure
Of these wounds that won't mend

Trees bear silent witness

Trees bear silent witness
Not coughing alongside
Our congested highways
Stretching from wide to wide

Or asking for water
While collared on sidewalks
Or stranded on islands
In seas of black asphalts

If I had the answers

If I had the answers
And if they dashed all hopes
Still I would unleash them
And ask everyone to cope

We must liberate truth
Put an end to stories
Embrace reality
And all its hard glories

Caught in geography

Caught in geography
Places too far apart
From cities to loved ones
And matters of the heart

Even a plane ride seems
Like a trip to the moon
My pin on the map not
Going anywhere soon

This mundane massacre

This mundane massacre
On battlefields of days
Casualties of efforts
In a cyclical maze

The beauty of flowers
The dominance of trees
Just like us they fall and
In death are truly free

Misshaped and ill equipped

Misshaped and ill equipped

Failing hypothesis

Unsupported theories

Of an apocalypse

Ruin and damnation

Pollution in the mix

How is it possible

Just one man has the fix

Always moving forward

Always moving forward
Not forgetting the past
But recognizing that
It was not meant to last

Hopes and dreams are better
Than the keepsakes we make
Searching, striving, growing
It's the break, not the wake

Into reality

Into reality

And out from the abstract

Reaching finality

By accepting the fact

Just ocean, land and air

Spinning in outer space

No chimney, roof or chair

Or the walls of this place

Between truth and actions

Between truth and actions
Is there disparity
Even with diamonds there's
Some form of clarity

Not so, actions are more
Like flowers on truth's stem
A nature continuum
And not the graded gem