Desert

The storm is brewing
The weather is right
Clouds are collecting
To block the sun's light

And the burned barren land
Cries out with thirst
Roots clinging to sand
Await the cloudburst

And out from the shade
Come the dry and parched
New friendships are made
As together they march

Towards the relief
From the sun's burning rays
To rinse off the grief
Of deserted past days

And the rain sparkles in
And the earth lets off steam
And suddenly things
Aren't as bad as they seem

Maturing

My anger that I have is not with you
Even though it might be kindled by some things you do
We're all just products of the land we live in
And I hope that when it shows in me I'll be forgiven

If we can connect the points where our similarities are
And unite a network that will extend out far
In any available similarity's direction
And each watch it work in case it needs correction

We can stop trying to prove how strong we can fight
And start fighting to find how strong we can unite
Hold tight together and bear the weather
And we'll blow away our burdens like they were feathers

Break the chains that keep us tethered
When the umbilical cord poisons, it must be severed
So we can stand up out of this fetal position
And prove we're mature by making decisions

Wormhole

The time, the time is growing thin
Before the new time will begin
The old stands teetering on the brink
With barely any time to think

All hands on deck hold onto the rails
As all the faces are turning pale
The angle of the deck begins to tip
Before the wormhole warps the ship

Into a new exotic dimension
Where suddenly things don't seem the same
And all the crew stand up at attention
As they pick up the physics of a whole new game

Blades of Grass

Like blades of grass that bend in the wind
But can never move further from their roots
And when they start to grow too tall
The caretaker comes and mows them all
And bags up all of the shoots
The grass can only try to grow again

And the sun's heat beats down hot upon
The newly wounded blades
But the caretaker spreads some chemical food
And once again everything is good
As the mighty tree casts some shade
And the worries of the day are gone

Streams

Streams of information pouring out so fast
Not sure whats true or what will last
Competing ideolouges slander each other
Try to convince you you don't love your mother
Try to trick you into blowing your cover
Try to convince you you don't need any others
Than some presidents folded up in your pocket
Get enough pack 'em up in a safe and lock it
Then get more paranoid with every breath
But what you're afraid of is worse than death
Getting to the end of life and realizing
How short it is is so surprising

Sculptor

                              Be aware

And take each action with care

For time passes like a blade scraping

Upon a marble block that it's shaping

Squealing Beasts

In the walls, running across the ceiling

I can hear them squealing

Reproducing

Producing

The next generation

Of infestation

Fed off the waste

I make in my haste

As I rush to avoid

Being annoyed

By the little things 

That busyness brings

But while I go crazy

The rats are all lazily

Thriving

Surviving

Off of what I don't eat

What I throw at my feet

In the rush to succeed 

We think we don't need

To watch the details

But what that entails

Is living with rats

Because thats

What you get

When you forget

That lifes not for rushing

It's not about pushing

Yourself to extremes

Even though it seems

It might get you there faster

When you're headed for disaster

You better slow down

Stop and look around

You've seen the rats

Now thats

What you need to take some time for

To settle the score

Before there's no more peace in your home

Because the rats won't leave you alone

They need

You to feed

Them with your scraps

That perhaps

Could have been better used

If only you had the time to choose

Your own path

Away from the rats

Life

Life on Earth is warfare

And if you don't know where 

To look to find it

You're blinded

Industrial Entertainment

Entertained until our brains

Lay dormant in our skulls

Entertained until the pain

Is comfortably numbed

Entertained until eye strain

Becomes our second nature

Entertained, our time in vain

Trickles down from the future

The Throne

The thickened walls of the castle keep

Bury the peasents in too deep

With no where to go, their waste collects

The state of the kingdom it reflects

The king sits in his polished throne

Sitting, waiting all alone

The queen and jack await to push

The handle for the royal flush

As the king sits grinning unaware

Of the spiraling waters beneath his chair