Call It What You May

Bradley Manning one of many lost in desert woe

Soldier after soldier mistaken for GI Joe

Call them what you may, call them by their name

Brother, father, mother, sister, to a bullet they’re all the same

They say they’re ‘Broken Soldiers’ Broken hearts of Broken dreams

They no longer can answer what the Call of Duty brings

Take they’re bodies home, let them rest in peace

Although they might by physically alive, their souls have been deceased

The person you once knew has fled like a bird-flown south

Every other word that’s spoken keeps bleeding from their mouth

Kiss their lips that have been gone too long, soon they’ll go away

Tour after tour after tour, what’s Mr. President got to say?

Hold them close and feel their heart beat, it might just be their last

Wherever they’re getting deployed, they may never be coming back

Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, they all have bled in vain

But majority of this country will never feel their pain

The War is distant to the families whom never have had to serve

You know who I’m talking about, the upper class who has no curve

You’ll never catch an Army recruiter sitting at Harvard Westlake

Stealing from the top of the tree they know would be a mistake

Instead they grab from the bottom, the places closer to hell

Pick the ones who have no future and give them a story to tell

Can you hear them? Can you hear them screaming their story now?

I didn’t think so either, they’re drowning in all these crowds

Media filtered by the boss, will never show us the truth

Top secret videos, clearances, files all have gone aloof

God forbid our country knows what’s really going on

Keep twisting our leg, we’ll continue to chant our song

‘God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night with a light from above.’

If we don’t support ourselves, where shall we call home?

The desert has swallowed all these names that have gone unknown

That’s all they are to you, numbers… 1,470 lost

You keep saying ‘What a shame’ they’ll keep paying for the cost

Maybe we all should turn against our country, not support a thing we do

Give every school a presentation about how horrible we are too

So who’s the enemy here? Them, or Me, or Us?

The Answer? we’re fighting the War from both sides, no one left to trust

LA poems

Roundabout Days

Downtown one day wonders round about days

Hot pavement rolling beneath the feet that beat the streets

With towers full of windows inside people full of work

Lawyers and Liars share the same vicinity

In with me, out with them, elevator rage

Stuck stagnant in a place that repeats it’s play

Like the Phantom of the Opera, it never loses it’s glory

No matter how dark it gets, people will pay to come

They line up waiting at the train station

Full of tickets, passes, one-way rides

Once you’re here, say goodbye, it’s easy to get lost

In the Downtown wonders of roundabout L.A.

Lady Of The Night

Red high heels clicking to the tick-tock of midnight madness

Black fishnets flirting with milk-white thighs , that the men trail behind

Diving neck-line revealing part of what they’d pay for

Much less glamorous than, “Pretty Women” described

Stained lips the color that screams attention- attached

To a soul that’s resorted to selling

She’s a saleswoman, a saleswoman who sells the soul of humanity-

Sexuality- pleasing men who are unpleased

Sunset Blvd. dreams looking dreary at this hour

The Hollywood sign isn’t lit at night- that only happens in the movies

She’d wish they’d call cut as she continues to walk

down the street she knows oh too well

Marilyn Monroe & James Dean keep her company-

Stars shining through out dreams turned upright

Lady of the Night- click click walks on by

City Of Angels

Los Angeles City Of Angels

Angels shining on

Fidelities in numbers

Rising from dusk till dawn

Traffic accidents, shootings, or stabbed

Most die of a broken heart

Broken heart of broken dreams

Dreams of effervescent things

Things that he used to like

Like strolling through Griffith Park

“A Rebel Without A Cause” staring at the stars

Stars shining down with Angels

Angels of where you are

I think of you while driving through this city

This city was your home

Home is where you’ve gone

God has called you on

Drink It Down

Take a shot how do you feel?

Black and white abyss

Critics always raving

With their top ten list

Glamour living by the Glamorous

As others are sitting out sick

Slip by the trash sleeping on their pillow

Fight under the freeway to them it’s their will

Take a shot how do you feel?

A little hazed by the weather, no one likes change

Wait 5 minutes nothing will be the same

Swallow you up by concrete parades

Quiet in a place full of crowds

No one knows your name

Take a shot how do you feel?

A little happier now, things are good these days

Makin’ enough money to fill what you pay

Laugh a little louder, let it slip away

Be a little tougher by the rage and all you hate

Take a shot how do you feel?

Angry about who you’re with

Settling for what’s convenient

Time is a relentless gift

Missing what you used to have

Take a shot how do you feel?

Out in the streets alone

Blinking Billboards and traffic jams

The place you call your home

The City is unforgiving

You never get a break

Fast paced life, settles by the bar on the corner

It’s where makers meet their mate

Take another shot