Undo the done

When the echo fades
the barrel is silent
it cools to cold
Lying on the ground
no longer growing old
warm to cold
A split second
etched in time forever
It's impossible to
undo the permanent
to undo the done
When the echo fades
the barrel is silent
hot becomes cold
lying on the ground
no longer growing old
warm becomes cold
the story ends
but there's no longer two
there's only one
not two sides
there's not two sides
to be told
A split second
etched in time forever
it's impossible to
it's impossible to
it's impossible to
it's impossible to
to undo the permanent
to undo the done
to undo the done
It's impossible to
to undo the done
it's impossible to undo
what you have done...

Post Mortem

The darkness of night slowly creeps in
Light flickers, then fades into a blackened sky
The minds eye plays tricks with everything you see
Imagination triggers thoughts of the fears within

Try to relax, be your best self
But all you do is worry; the gun’s in the drawer
Each person you see reminds you again
You’ve got to be certain, one hundred percent certain
You were beaten and robbed, left for dead
No one was there; you were by yourself
Critically wounded; clawing to get help
Echoes of voices, then sirens and nothing

The gavel gives justice like a loaded gun to your head,
The accused goes free; his case was self-defense
Victims are all guilty by their own choice the argument
Scenes of that night, you never forget but relive every day

A promise, a threat, uttered through a chuckle
You must take this seriously; you must take arms
If ever again, then never again, this will come to end
As you wait, time passes slowly living in fear,

Until the day you are certain, one hundred percent certain!

Play

If I had a gun
I’d throw it away
I’d pick up my guitar instead
And play
I’d play for peace
I’d play for fun
I’d play my guitar
But not a gun
Noise, noise, noise
I hear
I hear noise everywhere
And in both ears
The noise of cars driving by
Of planes soaring way up high
The sounds of kids playing in the park
The sound of a gun
A shot in the dark
Kids should be kids
And kids should have fun
Boys chasing girls
On the run
Kids need to learn to respect
One another
Not how to clean, load
Or shoot a gun
In the yard it stood
Where they used to play
I tore it down
Just the other day
It was a fort
A clubhouse
And so much more
Two windows
And our old screen door
The games they played were all in fun
But in today’s games the fun is done
The game’s called war
Take all their guns away
Lead by example
Show them what other things
They can play
Take all their guns
And throw them away
Pick up a guitar and play
Play for peace
Play for fun
Play for any reason
And with anyone
Just don’t play war
Or play with a gun

Downtown Fear

A gun is bought
A boy is taught
A boy is shot
With a gun that was bought
Why?


I can understand the attraction to guns or weapons what I don't understand is their use. The crimes that we hear of are so serious and most of the time include the use of firearms. Whatever happen to peace, love and understanding, listening, paying attention instead of paying respects? We need to stop and sit down together to try and come to terms with what we have in common and work towards correcting our wrongs and making our differences work for us. Sure it's easy to sit and write about it but it can be just as easy to get up and get together to talk about what we are writing. It's simple, we all try hard to get the things we want and need and right now we all need each other. Put down the guns and knives and what have you and chill, Relax and see what we can come up with to replace the guns with? Perhaps a pen or a paintbrush to show how we feel, a microphone to sing or say what we think, or a camera to shoot pictures to show what we see...there are so many better ways to show who you and what you are, where you're going, what you're doing with out using a gun. Peace, love and understanding be the rule of the day. Let the senseless killing stop. Pray for wars to end. Let children be children again.