Karma

We live in a "throw away" society. Please leave everything in better shape than when you found it. This includes the people you come across.

Stepping Off

I wear many shoes
Appropriate for the action
Sometimes they refuse
My bare feet have their own traction
My soles are confused
I'm doing this for distraction
I smile cuz I'm amused
Like a carnival of attraction

Hollow Daze

Looking for a way out of here
Looking for the portal to go back
Looking for something that's not really clear
Looking for everything that I lack

Newton's Third Law

Feeling a bit bitter
Gave society the finger
As I pick up litter
Toxic odor continues to linger

Always a consequence for bad action
Violent collisions with hand or belt
Not fully understanding the reaction
You can bet I never forgot how it felt

Take two of these and down it with PBR
That will help you forget who you really are
You are not the only one with an invisible scar
Look at all the constellations, not just one lonely star

Nerve On Ya

Our minds decide if it was good or bad
Our hearts know if we've been had
Don't want to go through Life all sad
Cuz that's just a waste, an ill-conceived fad

Here is the confusion
Is the answer seclusion?
Our senses add to the illusion
Don't make this harder than nuclear fusion

Not only must we have the skills
To be able to pay the bills
We must perform all the drills
Before Death ultimately kills

Ice Man

Aching, breaking, feeling old
Shivering, quivering from the biting cold
Waiting for the envelope to unfold
Revealing the story I do not want told

Thank you, Daddy, for the tolerance for pain
Working blindly, seeing no gain
Daily rituals trying to remove the stain
Dead person walking, crying in the rain

What your eyes have seen, I shudder to think
I once believed your heart went down the sink
Your daddy beat you until you were pink
The horror you have seen, no wonder you drink

SUN

Spontaneous
Unconflicted
Natural

Solo
Uncovered
Nothing

Success
Undiscovered
Nameless

Comeback Dream

Often things are never quite what they seem,
No matter how often you plead or ask why.
Will I see you there in a comeback dream?
Your yearning hopes flow with a steady stream,
Down into a barren womb, long since dry.
Often things are never quite what they seem.
You find yourself in a tyrant's regime.
No more will you be dancing with the sky.
Will I see you there in a comeback dream?
There's no bright future of gold and gleam,
No crystal balls from which you scry,
For even those are never quite what they seem.
In places where you could've never foreseen
You wonder if you're chasing a lie,
A lie that will mangle your comeback dream.
You laugh at my grief, busting at the seams,
Fool, yet you never even dared to try.
Even though things are never quite what they seem,
At least I have myself a comeback dream.

From Lance Allred's Longshot

Unsolved Mystery

What the hell am I doing with my Life?

Unmasked

Every person you come across has a heart and soul, regardless of appearances.
The weathered man in the wheelchair, slurring his speech
"Eyee taherd ovv bein' unemmployed."
Gems are hidden for a reason.
We search for things we cannot see yet believe exist.
Why can't we find the gems in each other?