Living the Greed

Caring next to nothing for anyone else just to make it to the top
Cheating, lying and back-stabbing so their momentum can’t be stopped
Earning the green with the bar set high so more and more can be acquired
Society’s benchmark for a success story often sought and more often admired
They call it living the dream
No room for those who disagree
If they opened their hearts then maybe they’d see
They’re only living the greed

Poisoning the water we drink, air we breathe and earth we tread upon
Leave it for future generations to undo the damage they have done
Only concerned with the time they have here and living the life of luxury
Not caring that they may be sealing the fate for the future of all humanity
Their vision of living the dream
May bring an end to all we see
Unless they open their hearts and minds to see
They’re only living the greed


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I Don’t Know Why

I don’t love you
I don’t want you
But I think about you all the time
And I don’t know why

We had our days in the sun
But that was so long –
So many years ago
Sometimes it seems like another lifetime
Or something that only happened in a dream
And turned into a nightmare

I don’t love you (anymore)
I don’t want you (anymore)
But I think about you when I close my eyes
And I don’t know why

We gave it the best we could
The best we knew how
We still needed to grow
There was no looking back when it was over
It was something that wasn’t meant to last
Leaving two hearts forsaken

I don’t love you (anymore)
I don’t want you (anymore)
But I need you when I close my eyes
And I don’t know why


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Two Sides

Blindsided by an impulse that came out of nowhere
A frigid cold blast in the mid-day hot summer air
Tempted by a not so long before distant history
Thinking one was not enough was how it was supposed to be

Wasn’t it written somewhere in the letter
There would always be something that felt so much better?

Deep in the abyss where the conscience meets emotion
Nobody will ever admit they are sorry
Nobody will ever admit they were at fault
Nobody had even the slightest notion

Two sides used
Two sides ran away
Two sides forsaken
One side still lives that way
One side wonders
One side will never say
One side remembers
What two sides felt that day

Blindsided by an impulse that came out of nowhere
A frigid cold blast in the mid-day hot summer air
Wasn’t it written somewhere in the letter
There could always be something that made you feel so much better?


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Residual Tapestry

Covering up what never should have been
Hanging down ever loosely
Looking like nothing but something in the right place
Out of mind
Into peripheral memories floating in space

Shrouding what lies behind from all time
Residual tapestry
Hiding yet marking this spot for all eternity
Out of the past
Into a discriminate notion of what will be

A well-worn pattern that’s hard to discern
Faded to a dulling gray
Colors once brilliant are never to be seen again
Out of sight
Into meaningful meanderings remembering when


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