TIME ON THE HILL

Was a time
Walking the hill and valley
Wonder did seize my being
Being did seize the wonder of me
Looking meant the same as seeing

Was a time
Seemed my intellect was sharper
Spiritual awareness more clear
Time suspended, horizons farther
Walked through life, void of fear

Was a time
Mankind was my flesh and blood
Newspapers brought tears to the eye
Beauty transcended the bloody mud
Heaven could be seen in the sky

Was a time
Complexities came into focus
And meaning was quite clear
Open the eyes and hocus pocus
Truth was honest and sincere

Came a time
Seeming burned out and older
With family, grabbing for a career
Survival harder, temperament colder
Could cry if left one righteous tear

Has come the time
Truth be more vague than ever
All past understanding seems nil
But before it fades into never
I pray for return to the hill

SUICIDE BLUES

So many roads you walk down in life
You have kids, your job and a wife
Things get rough, but still you keep on
There is a future and dreams to live on

The people you meet are really all the same
Each has a name, knows how to play the game
Most would never give the other a break
Each is in this world for his own sake

Too much concrete and people want to fight
We seem unable to see the community light
We waste time and move along like snails
Thinking only of ourselves, telling tall tails

Once I believed that heaven was at hand
But so many people, I cannot understand
Every one thinks he has it made in the shade
But in my opinion, does not make the grade

Trucks roll down the road to make it on time
The people think it is fun to read about crime
In a world so messed up, I can hardly believe it
It seems to me the only solution is to leave it

EVERYBODY IS A PSYCHO

Note that I learned upon this day
We bullshit all of our time away
Thus does exist a bomb and a gun
All of earth’s creatures on the run

I go to the store and what do I see?
A whole lot of psychos just like me
People buying wine, whiskey and rum
All unaware of where they are from

Everybody is a psycho, as far as I know
Everywhere I look, everywhere I go
Everybody is a psycho it seems
All day long and in his dreams

Peering out from this place in space
Within this nearsighted human race
Fearing control by a hidden neurosis
A product of some spiritual psychosis

You must wonder, what does that mean?
Nothing is shown that is not seen
You must wonder, what does he know?
What can you expect from a psycho?

I could kill you or you could kill me
How much more insane can we be?
It just does not make sense anymore
Time to go back to the liquor store