The Mind's Reality

The Mind’s Reality

What is real?

Can we see it?

Can we touch it?

Can we taste it?

Can we smell it?

Our minds give us senses

It interprets what we know

What we know may not be there at all

If the mind tells us what is real

Why am I not on a tropical beach?

Sipping a Mai Tai

Smoking a Cuban cigar

And ogling half-naked women

Instead here I sit

Surrounded by walls

Looking at pictures of that tropical beach

Hoping the rain stops before I go outside

If only my mind’s reality was reality

My life would be so beautiful

There Is No Window

There Is No Window

I strain to see the sunshine

It is so dark where I am

Endless nothingness

I am so tired of my life

It is no fun being alone

Locked within my mind

There is no one to hear what I say

No one would care anyway

I am nothing within nothingness

Living with a tortured soul

The darkness will never end

There is no window to let the light in

There is no sunshine in my life

I am trapped

A Girl Named Sunset

A Girl Named Sunset

She’s the girl I see when I look at the sunset

The warmth of her spirit

The colors of her soul

Even the new stars twinkle in her eyes

Her lips hold the fire of the setting sun

I have never met her

She may not even exist

I may never know

But to me she is real

She will be standing there every night

Watching the sun go down

She will always be my sunset

All Jack'd Up

All Jack’d Up

Alone at the bar

Country music on the jukebox

Ten shots of Jack

A half bottle of moonshine

I was able to sing like Hank

Dance like no white boy should

Even if the rhythm of the music never found my feet

I was having fun being the fool

I could fight anyone

Even against someone bigger than me

Black eyes, busted teeth in the alley outback

And I knew better

And that redheaded girl looked mighty good

I knew she was out of my league

Hell, I didn’t care

I knew that the night could be Heaven

Even though it usually ended up to be hell

More than one night in jail

My car wrapped around countless trees

Endless hours in the emergency room

I didn’t care about any of it

I was all Jack’d up

Sad Song

Sad Song

Milady

Beautiful lady

Please do not sing a sad song

It is not you

Not in your soul

You know that you are loved

A love that will never die

Please milady

Beautiful lady

Please do not sing a sad song

Show the love in your heart and smile

That is the person you are

And that is who I love

Country Girl

Country Girl

Worn Levi’s sitting on a torn seat

Leather boots pushing down on the pedals

She grips tightly on a Harley shifter

Jumping from third to fifth and back again

Her pickup truck tears down the country road

Leaving a cloud of dust where ever she goes

She’s a girl of the backwoods

Wild and living free

She is the fantasy every country boy has

The woman no city boy can touch

She is a country girl

Born listening to Hank Jr.

She still says mama and y’all

Y’all got to love a country girl

She is truly one of a kind

Hell Is Home

Hell Is Home

Into the darkest corner

I stumble against my soul

Torn and battered

It stands before the gates of hell

My eyes squint

Hiding from the flames

My skin burns from air filled with sulfur

As demons wrap around my skin

Bloody skin falls from my bones

While Satan laughs in delight

My soul stumbles and falls

Again and again

Still I can smile

I can laugh in the Devil’s face

He does not know how happy I am

For I am finally home

White Walls

White Walls

Locked in a room

No way to escape

The door is hidden

I am all alone

Surrounded by walls of white

A ceiling and floor that match

No beauty

No life

Just a blankness staring at me

My mind produces something my eyes can’t

Vibrant colors

Swirling in the air around me

Exciting my senses

Still I know that it is not real

It is all just what I want to see

When it is all over

I will be surrounded by nothingness

Such is my life

White walls and nothingness