Synnic

America, we are failing! We Our are own worst enemy. We Abridge freedoms in the name of security, And demand respect but refuse to give it. We Have become a nation Of "Me first!" and "What's in it for me?" We No longer recognize that the good of our fellow man Has a relationship to our own well being And the wholeness of our souls. We Permit our leaders to shout down dissent; To bluster and threaten without giving Anything back to the people. We Focus on imposing our wills, Browbeat each other to conform, And actively destroy attempts to build consensus. We Replace reasoned debate with hyperbole and lies, People with numbers, And compa

Life is just the way it is And somehow it's all come to this. Some days I feel a little lost And disinclined to count the cost Of every choice I've made along the way. When I wake in darkness here, I find that there is no one there. I splash my face and dry the sink And wonder if you ever think Of every choice we've made along the way. Sometimes love is not enough. The way gets lost, the heart gets tough. I'm looking out at empty skies. A restless walk across the rise Is all there is to do at 4 a.m. Sit at the park bench up the hill Write my words and drink my fill Of coffee in the bottle at my side. I did my best. I hoped. I tried. That's

Awake, I contemplate the hour. While the minutes slip Into shadows and silence. When the darting duel Betwixt tick and tock Is finally ended, Will I dream?

There is comfort in ritual, But mine is not the ritual of church and altar; Mine is the ritual Of brush and comb And four hooves dancing.

Bloody footprints in the kitchen. Sparkling glass upon the floor. Was the glass half empty Or half full?

in the end they left us no dreams worth having and we ate our lies like good little worms chewing our way through the media-controlled prepackaged society of trash they built for us while our brains rot so go ahead and shit money for the undeserving spin that silk out your ass and clothe the rich good little worm

She is everything you wanted But nothing that you needed, Well, except for that one thing, She is the girl that believes. She sings to spirits in the trees, Plays with every passing breeze, Dances with flowers in the rain, And howls back at far off trains. Yeah she's got that one thing. She is the girl that believes In six impossible things And the possible you. She shows you the heart of everything And turns your Winter into Spring. She is the girl that believes And your smile is just for her.

your hands are a blur not because you are quick or somehow preternaturally fast your hands are a blur because i am sad and very drunk besides