The Pains Of Being Alive

how many addicts do i have to know
for sorrow to pour out of me?
to feel the warmth of their glow
then see thier spirits misery

how many decievers do i have to know
for comfort to run out on me?
they only show what they want to show
pain is behind the mystery

fallen angels under heavens skies
living their own hell
i think of their tunnels of demise
to what darkened depths they will dwell

the broken spirit and beaten will
they never have enough to fill
enslaved by want, fermented need
wounds unhealed which seldom bleed

so many sad stories in this city, i know
where do all the winners go?
with no one or nothing to fall back on
they're here and then they're gone

Terrorist Holiday

how many people have to die
on this terrorist holiday?
nobody works and instead they cry
on a terrorist holiday

fire and debris stop the business day
on this terrorist holiday
the bleeding people stop to pray
on a terrorist holiday

al qaeda sanctioned vacation without pay
a damned terrorist holiday
they stopped the mail delivery today
on a terrorist holiday

the country stops in a violent way
terrorist holiday
to clean the mess up on this day
this terrorist holiday

replacing the dying, flowers now lay
damn the terrorist holiday
all good people stand in solidarity
to condemn the terrorist holiday

Not Me

a person can be all they can be
but what if they're me?
some people can act and live so free
but not if they're me

a person can lose touch with reality
but that ain't me

they can be people of mystery
but i just can't be

everythings harder for me
life makes a martyr of me
it's a gamble, a barter for me
life is no partner of me

i can live lonely in misery
outside of any society
without the friends that i really need
no lovers to give life variety

everything's tougher for me
existence is rougher on me
there is no stress buffer for me
therefore i suffer to be me

The Price Of Freedom

little girl who'se gone astray
little boy takes the criminal way
decisions in life are hard today
freedom has a price to pay

wife is walkin' out the door
thats the price of freedom
ain't safe to walk in town no more
that's the price of freedom

it's never enough to have it all
the higher the climb the further the fall
scraping the ceiling because you're ten feet tall
slowly deflating when life's a ball

woman in red out on the boulevard
intoxicated, living hard
madman buys his tools of trade
unsafe human escapade

rules don't matter when you're free
and limits aren't in your reality
fantasy reigns until you're caught
you have to pay unless your freedom's bought

Prayer For A Date

Dear Mrs. Master Of Reality,
Please Help Me To Find Someone Similar To Me.
She Doesn't Have To Be Perfect, She Can Have A Vice.
Wishing For A Lady Who Like Me is Nice.

Romantic Dreams And Premonition Sensations.
But Waiting For Her Can Be A Challenge Of Patience.
Searching Can Be Such A Depressing Burden.
Discovering That Nothing Is Behind The Curtain.

It's Not A Bad Place In My Life.
But I Regret That Finding This Love is Strife.
To Get To Know Someone Near And Find Honesty,
Seems To Be Much More Difficult Than I Thought It Would Be.

Wondering How Far I Will Have To Go.
Must I Settle For Stretching Or Bending Down Low?
I Don't Give Trouble And I Don't Want Any Either,
But Seeking Polite And Attractive, I Have Found Neither.

Yes, It's True, I'd Rather Be Alone,
Than Settle For Someone Who Chews On My Bones.
My Caressing Hand Seeks A Soft And Smooth Soul,
To Compliment And Accompany Me In This Human Role.

What Woman Is Worthy To Spend Some Time,
To Get To Know Hers And Get To Know Mine?
It Seems No One Today Wants To Invest That Time,
To Share In A Song And Collaborate A Rhyme.

So I'll Keep On Looking And Not Give Up Hope.
Walk This Road And Try Not To Mope.
Maybe I'll Get Lucky And She'll Come My Way.
There's Always Tomorrow, If It Doesn't Happen Today.