Another 2020 Moment

 

Song out of time.     August 2020

Every generation, likes to sing about change.

How things are unjust, and so very very strange.

Yea, every generation, has its own kind of blues.

Heart brakes and lying snakes, on the evening news.

You can fight the system, or flee to the hills.

You can find new strength, or a hand full of pills.

Everybody wants a ride, to get away,

under so much pressure, you just cant bear to stay.

When you hit rock bottom, turn your life around.

Or stay there crying, on the cold hard ground.

Everybody wants, to be happy in the end.

A bright shiny future, with a good solid friend. 

 

Song for Borderlands

 

Sun Baked Brains.     August 20202

Wandering in the Borderlands,

got a couple of guns in my hands.

Going to find a guy, named Jack.

My woman worries, I ain’t coming back.

 

Saw a pack of vicious mutant bugs,

the next day it was scavenger thugs.

Walking the wasteland is a real drag,

but Iv survived 60 days, so I can brag.

Wandering in the Borderlands,

got a couple of guns in my hands.

Came across a rundown corporate town,

the scags were singing, pull the moon down.

A sniper rifle, was my opening bid,

then I tossed in a turret, you know what that did.

Wandering in the Borderlands,

got a couple of guns in my hands.

 

 

and wait, there is more . . . 

 

 

On line RPG blues.

We need a hero, to save the village,

from the orcs, who loot and pillage.

Although we live in constant fear,

our merchants can still sell you gear.

We need a hero, to do what we can not,

by the way, can you untie this knot?

Slay an orc and a goblin or two,

then escort the princes, your half way threw.

One last quest is all you need to do,

now, answer this riddle with out any clue.

 

 

Stand to face the Past.

 

Poem for my Ghosts.      August 2020

Faces of the ones you loved, lost so long ago.

Changed by the days and years, of time’s ebb and flow.

Memories of the past, will haunt you.

In your mind, or in the body of someone you knew.

Out for revenge, never through with you.

Sins of the past, wont let you move on to something new.

Are they hurtful lies, or bitterly true?

Stand to fight or run in flight, what should you do?

Faces of the ones you loved, lost so long ago.

Changed by the days and years, of time’s ebb and flow. 

 

 

 

Struggles and Stress. 

Rainy night on the edge of doom.

Trying to avoid the gloom.

I face a foe, who holds all the cards.

Their heart, like mine, broken into shards.

Its hard to defend against your own kin,

these accusations of such great sin.

A rainy night full of awful dreams.

Memories, torn apart at the seems.

For so long Iv wanted to heal the hurt,

yet it seems they wish me buried in dirt.

Already the villain in this tail,

you’ll believe all they say without fail.

Not much hope, but I will stand and pray.

Dont wish them ill, but I will fight this day.

 

Some like it hot.

 

Summer Mystery 2020

...

Summer heat can melt your brain,

So compassion runs down the drain.

Everything will drive you mad,

So only cool air can make you glad.

...

Sweating in the awful heat,

I cant even think of what to eat.

As the sun caused me to rank and rave,

ice cream in the shade is what I crave.

....

Can you help me to find some place cool?

Perhaps a deep dark cavern pool?

Is this summer the hottest one in history?

Damn global warming is a big mystery.