There Was A Time, My Friend

Keeping up on upper platforms,
Where many people transform,
Ravens obscure lampshades,
Bullet holes in rocking chairs,
Bloody arms in rusted fences,
Could not quite reach their senses,
Skulls gnawed on by packed lions,
A treasure map enlocked in hand,
Rock stars will fall to shambles,
We take no peaceful gambles,
The spotlight’s almost faded,
Like the olive branch in hand,
Eyes reflect vigil candles,
Burying the results of vandals,
Bullets shatter windows,
As soldiers march down streets,
Theatres are filled with disguises,
As a possessed Laertes revises,
Teaching children to kill children,
Neighbors dead by neighbors hands,
There was a time like this,
My friend

Too many anchors growing,
Not enough people knowing,
Too few ideas growing,
Moss spreads across a seed,
Dreams flow down through gutters,
Not seen behind closed shutters,
Onlookers planting vultures,
Circling in hurricanes,
Gas masks used in riots,
Grenades tick on lilacs,
Blind man’s eyes shed teardrops,
Thankful that he can’t see,
Children with hearts so tender,
In cardboard homes are forced surrender,
Veins run through leather,
Open pastures, fenced off gates,
Tortoises are losing races,
Can’t run to keep their places,
Fields of love in blazes,
Herds of zebra in stampede,
There was a time like this,
My friend

Waterfalls rage out eardrums,
In the alleys lay bums,
Mailboxes are transferred,
From one war zone to the next,
Pouncing lions in tall grasses,
Block off escape hatches,
The savannah sun sets sternly,
Birds blanket dusting skies,
Charles Darwin and his peace dove,
They say that we need more love,
But Nero paces circles,
Around Darwin’s sinking ship,
With pens being slain like dragons,
Dead ends circling like wagons,
People aren’t aware that,
Birds migrate, winter comes,
Autumn leaves like anvils,
Parades left in shambles,
Streamers stepped on crumpled,
Vacant streets and broken eyes,
There was a time like this,
My friend

You can sit in a haze,
And soak in the craze,
Genius opens doorways,
Sword swallowers keep the keys,
People are stuck in sideburns,
Wheels like the world turns,
To get on your tanks and battle,
For tattoos and green streetlights,
People can crawl on ceilings,
Losing all their feelings,
Cities left to crumble,
Even rats can’t fit the cracks,
Key rings are holding pirates,
It’s always too late to quit,
Earthquake ruins overpower,
Crushed rainbows, unseen signs,
Silence to the masses,
In front of still life grasses,
Calculations fail,
Mushrooms consume, silence reigns,
And there is no time left to act,
My friend