Then We Will Be Free

Then We Will Be Free

Dreams have turned to black

There is nothing to wish for

Nothing left to dream of

No future and no past

Just an instant that passes unnoticed

All because someone owns your ideas

There is no light when your mind is not allowed to work

Not allowed to have thoughts of its own

A dream may offend the few

Thoughts are dangerous if brought to light

Destructive if they are openly shared

Keep your mouth shut

Say only what everyone else says

It is the only way to be safe

To stay out of governmental censorship

Just given the ability to listen to leaders

They own our dreams and wishes

Keeping them safe behind closed doors

After all they are always right

We are not intelligent enough to think

Just wait for someone to find the light

The keys to the locked doors

Then we will dream, wish and think

And then we will be free

View From The Balcony

View From The Balcony

Looking down from a balcony

Watching the people scurry down below

Rushing in and out of buildings

Walking with someplace special to be

Other dart back and forth with nowhere to go

Lovers hold hands as they walk

Some are all alone in their own world

Motorcycles dart between stalled cars

Skateboarders jump on and off curbs

Strangers never meet

They never take the time for a simple hello

No one looks up or down

Their only world is on the street

Such in the loss of the Human race

When My Legs Worked

When My Legs Worked

I used to do so much

Climbing rock faces

Hiking for mile after mile

Touring such beautiful places

Now, I just sit and watch

People walking the Piazza Del Campo

Finding lost treasure in mountain caves

Getting to see what they have only imagined

My heart breaks as I see them having fun

The stories they tell cut deep into my soul

Yet, I have to live through them

My legs have long ago given up on me

Even with buses, trains and subways

They tell me what I can no longer do

Things I cannot see

I will stay at home and watch them

But, I will remember the long away past

The life I had back when my legs worked

That, no one or nothing can be taken away

And, I always have the TV

Without Knowing

Without Knowing

Walking the streets

The sun shining bright

Hearing the screams of the condemned

Locked In towers of steel

Hiding behind walls of glass

They watch me walk by

Dreaming of freedom

Their thoughts are controlled

Creativity has been taken and destroyed

They have to think what their keepers tell them

Money is an all-powerful god

Life is made for endless toil at their command

Initiative is crushed before it takes root

Individual thoughts are forbidden

Walking by I feel pity for the ones I see

They will never know the beauty of a flower

The wonder of a newborn baby kitten

They only know the walls of their prison

And the thoughts of their warden

With no hope of ever learning better

They serve their lives away

Without ever knowing

86B West York Street

86B West York Street

A small one bedroom apartment

White walls and a textured ceiling

A crappy painting hangs on the wall

Handmade airplanes hanging as if in flight

86B West York St. wasn't much

Cheap rent and no luxuries

Yet, to my eyes, it was beautiful

There was a little girl who lived next door

Waving every morning as she passed

She was all smiles and happiness

Looking through the window every day

She brought the light into the room

That apartment sits empty now

That little girl has long since grown up

Those rooms are no longer as beautiful as they were

Its life has been drained away

Luckily, the memories are still there