Idle Power

people's blood leaving them in rivers

gouging at the landscape

forcing it to tare apart to

make room for the extra material

canyons and valleys form in the wake of these rivers

when shall they stop growing

when shall the source of the blood heal

will it ever end

the healing in which we all seek

shall never come

the blood continues to flow

bringing change upon the world

until we can see ourselves as we are

holding true to the idle thoughts

that scourer our minds

Lost in Confusion

how do you tell someone their meaning to you

the power that they give you when your weak

the laughter you seek when you cant see but dark

these feeling inside cant be expressed by

the creations of our mouth

memories shared from two different perspectives

hold such meaning to one another

how do you find the true passions of one

hidden by the keeper they stay within

blocked by the outside, secret to those who they reflect upon

can you see it in their eyes as it's reflected off the tears that fall

ways of discovery call for means of discussion of truth

talk of secrets are to be pulled out for all to see

The Left Out Trail

inhabitants of the rock on which we live on

changing their minds on what is right and what is wrong

confusing all of the others not knowing the correct way

we soon accept the road that has been paved for us

a road, a path that acts as blinders deceiving us from what is real
we stay upon this route until we can learn to be ourselves

enabling us to break free and tunnel through the carnage

searching for our destination that we ourselves don't even know

all we do know of is the light that we all begin with

a light that is taken away from us as we age

holding onto this light with all you strength is what you should do

let nothing take it from you and stand strong with it