When you're at a loss for words,

That's when I worry.

You always have something to say

And it's well put.

So when there's nothing,

It seems out of place.

Like I've fallen out of time

And the anchor has broken

From the chain.

Drifting away by the currents

That usually push us closer.

Silently letting myself float by.

Without language,

I don't understand

Who I am

Or where you are.

Yet I guess anyway

And my attempt are met in vain.

But I know

Silence has its uses.

Null and void can

Be a comfortable scope

With which to loose ourselves.

Still, it scares me...

... because it puts me at a loss for words

White as snow

Cold as death

Cancer kills

And so does meth

A weekend gone

Nothing to show

Feeling blue

Projecting rose

My colors out

But not my light

Because I know

My dad will fight

Tired but unable to sleep

The insomniac walks slowly

Dragging their heels

Waiting for night to end

Or begin

Because time moves differently

When everyone else is dreaming.

The weary traveler sits

Hoping slumber will take over

Yet when it does

They snap back to reality

To another waking nightmare

A labyrinth of their own making;

It's all they've ever known

Stuck in limbo

Crawling below the bar

Heavy appendages drag them down

Into a pit

of feathers and grace

As the insomniac realizes

They were always asleep

Sometime I don't know what I'm doing.

Speaking truth like Harry Truman.

Who Freed Jews like Randy Newman.

Did he know what he was doing?

Looking past horizons still looming.

Into wars we're still dooming,

Past Korea who's grooming

An arsenal,

But what are we gonna do man?

Self determination; that's approving

States rights and their view man.

We can't push to be the through man;

Policing worlds and assuming;

Trading lives for consuming;

Double definition to booming;

Bombing evil: that's improving

Our situation, but is that true man?

In the name of forward progress, moving.

Rewind like Tom Petty's groving.

Pausing as if we can; resuming.

But what's the life of a crew man?

Soldier stop only when they're tomb-ing

Another loss, boo-hoo man.

That's the price of being human.

Capital grinds the unassuming

Catching leprechauns and shoemen

Wishing for magic but you're shrooming

What the fuck are we even doing?

I guess that was up to Harry Truman...

... but really, it's up to you man

My best friend is a plant.

They're a spider too.

Did you know they could flower?

Now I do too.

They're a little cutie:

Half veriegated and half solid green

With plenty of off-shoots

We make a good team.

My spider grows little,

But grows every day.

They're a good listener

When I have nothing to say.

They bring up good points

To help me see the flaws

When I complain about

Unjust human laws.

I feel balance and peace,

While putting my two cents

On the days' toil and trouble

Of current events.

Spider's heard of Hamas

And mass genocide.

Yet they gave me a smile

When I should have cried.

With so much death and destruction,

With struggle and strife,

My spider brings me back

To the meaning of life.

They talk about growth,

And off shoots and decay.

I see a flower bloom;

They reassure me: it's Ok

My best friend's a plant.

They're a spider too.

They see through the horror,

Now I do too.

It's ok...

It'll be... alright.

Flicker out, fading light

Dawn approaching; dying night

Apparitions here; deathly sight

Soldiers gone; pale as white

Nazi games; Jewish plight

Fuck around; firefight

Red hot flame; hose delight

Dancing dames; fuck on-sight

Vietnam; nations' fright

Took too long; apolog-ite

I'm sorry; that's just not right

Absurdist dreams; reality bites

Comedy's dead; still, keep it light...

It's ok; It'll be... alright