Golden Bars

Put on a mask and set that mother on fire
So they can see it from the mountain spire
To smoke out the injustice begotten
Who me? No I have not since forgotten

For freedom, we must contend
From cradle, to bitter end
I dread the golden bars I'm forced to take
Even though, yeah, they keep me awake.

Awake enough to show the things that I hate.
Tugging at your legs to give me some escape.
To invite me over there by a fire with some new friends.
I just want to be guided in my quest to make amends.

I cannot pardon the errors of what I see.
It's just another cursed deck dealt out to me.
But now I know the reality of a king without his crown.
Like a broken promise, shards of honor scattered all around.

But what if that honor was not in pieces forever?
What if we can weld them all back together?
Benevolence is not meant to be hidden.
For some sins can always be forgiven.

Imperfect Body

Help my body, help my soul,
As I spin out of control.
Crash landed in the fields, somewhere out of Tao.
Look at me thinking about everything but now.

My mind is reeling from third degree burns.
Still have I got far too much to learn?
I didn't know too, where to go from here.
To my right and to my left were insanity and fear.

Will I rise from the grave, come back from the dead?
Or be denied a try by fate as it retracts a thread?
And even when we came all the way to the end of time,
I still do not know what belongs to you and what is mine.

Help my body, help my soul,
How to mend it I don't know.
Reality has a sick way of saying what is real.
Even if it was the perfect thing to reveal.

So even though it might seem perfecto, now is not the time.
Any other time is cool but tonight is not night for a crime.
You can table this for now and see the latest party.
As I sit here half-witted in an imperfect body.

On Righting Wrongs

Forever and long
We are righting the wrongs
Her whispers in my ear are a dark symphony,
As long as I run I know I shall be free.

We swing and we strike for one and for all,
To punish the big and embolden the small.
My boots are now littered with the dirt and the grains.
The iron struck hot like the blood in my veins.

We won't cease this fighting for our honorable cause.
To hunt all the evil that lurked in these halls
For love is a sweet distant noise at its best.
A wistful reminder beneath my vest.

So hear what I say and do hear me well.
Be not under hex of the borrower's spell.
We are the just, and yes we are the brave.
Taking our vows from cradle to grave.

I trust in my power and soon they will see,
The last sight before the end will be me.
Nothing else for it now so I run and I run,
For days into weeks I am chasing the sun.

It shines down on me with its bright incandescence.
Our missions are all just worthwhile investments.
Now do what you will and do what you please.
But I shall step up and cure my disease.

Honest Folk

Now this is the life of honest people and their broken hearts.
Bought out by owners as if they were used car parts.
This is not the time to race for a new love to replace what was lost.
Nor is it a time to live and learn through sharing needles and getting tossed.
In spite of hopes dashed and cash deposits I try to leave it all behind.
To keep the honest folk from losing control of their collective mind.

And even though we like to explore the rules that we can bend,
We cannot afford to forget the final words that we penned.
I don't seem to want to let go of this here on the slippery slope.
But my palms are burning from the threads that make the rope.
And even though the honest folk have shown me the light.
It only illuminates a most godforsaken sight!

Come on I'll make another try.
Don't you dare try to pass me by.
I loosen my grip and feel the escape of my soul,
But I hesitate and tighten the grip to regain control.
So once again I feel the touch of the honest folk.
They make me smile with their occasional joke.

And with that in mind I let the rope slide down a bit more.
In its descent I felt more relief than ever before.
Opened my eyes to spot where the honest folks resided.
Yet I saw nothing but what stars had already decided.
For what I was following in holding this rope was never a mistake.
With the promise that one day I will learn how to build and learn how to break.