No One

I Mother Earth

shades of gray

hate influence

a constant truth

put into effect

the question

on a dead friends face

the tragic

stance he used to take

passed away by circumstance



a forced exit out of

innocence

the right to choose

stays in her head

systematic ignorance

a poiliticians

hand in your pants

searching

for what we don't have



creating new obscenities

harrased

and broken down and in

an eye towards

eternity

a passing glance

and half a chance

at sanity

shows you

things... they get away



it's all we can do

to ride it on through

no one

leaves the caravan



feel the signs

the jazz... the bind

affection

for a certain time

a haze of mid-life

drunkeness

you're crucified for what

your art says

if art is

God... true art has left