the captain

there is a trust inside

talking to my head

whispering little inspirations

wild promises in bed

I feel it sustain

trying to direct the ship

but the damaged controls

from all I have done to it

thick grey fog

disrupts all the trust

like a fish out of water

the ship begins to rust

slowly slips away

never again called upon

buried under the pain

until the trust is almost gone

there is a trust inside

where you go is yours

there are limitless seas

among the infinite shores

with trust inside

let the captain gain control

only a matter of time

before your destination goal

my friends

things that will not help you tomorrow

paychecks, mortgages, leases and bills

jobs and bosses and stockmarket losses

this is his picture

his ideals

but my firends

wild and free

tattooed and holding blank canvases

running alongside the freeway laughing

they dare my life

ask it if it cares for them

they test their days

remind themselves they are alive

“live for today, tomorrow may never come”

they tell me, climbing cliffs

dancing in the crowds

creating the laughter

causing the commotion

my soul reminds me

about what is really important

of which path to take

the jungle of time is snarled

with the quick deaths of friends I know

and relatives I did not

reminds me of my present postion

I am alive where I am

Amonda, shot in the head, is long since buried…

reflections

bethune at peace river

king of the beach

ruler of the sand

sitting in your throne

dug into the land

commanding all the billions

each individual piece

dealing with all the changes

and the changes never cease

governor of the shore

nature and all its turmoil

with all the barefoot followers

covered in coconut oil

eyes closed in your sandy throne

the sun shines over your kingdom

just another shitty day

in the land of sandy freedom

children in a sandbox

earth people

Frank

growing up

faith

unplug

you sit and watch

your guard let down

absorbing its influence

every bullet’s sound

it’s opinion

the way they dress

determines the demeanor

of everybody left

stuck in every home

a society staple

more fuel for the fire

with supercharged cable

more choices

more wasted time

sitting your life away

thinking everything is fine

you sit and watch

the evil plugged in

let the pictures go

to let you life begin.