Cleanse

As many as I can man
As many as I can
I told the drunk
I bumped into
At the local bar
Where you from he asked
After what I'd just told him
I simply told him
I come from afar
Well all I can tell you
is this he said
We don't do that sort of thing
round here
I started to smile and said
Well I've only just arrived
give a guy a break I laughed
As a nervous tremor
ever so slight crossed his lips
He reached into his jacket
for what I thought was a gun
I drew first and shot faster
and now the stranger
lay dead in the alley
The stranger lay dead on the ground
another stranger lay dead on the ground
Don't try to understand me
or the reason why
So many have tried
So many have died
The story I tell them
I warn them about
I tell them
I will share the story
And what it's about
But if they want to hear it
They're in it
And there's no way out
The smart ones think they're smart
and ask me what it's all about
I don't gives clues, hints or such
You're either in or out
The self proclaimed smartest ones of all
They ask me nothing, they know it all
But their ignorance
makes them the easiest target of all
And at the end of every story
when I'm just about done
They ask me my intentions
And what it is that brought me here
Why have I come
I'd love to tell you I say
with a great big smile
but that would spoil all the fun
In natural progression
They ask if what I say is true
and if I have done this before
Do I plan to do it again
I reply
As many as I can man
As many as I can
I told the man I met at the corner store
That's messed up he told me
and by the sounds of it so are you
I told him a few things I'd done
to his mother
So he'd co-operate
By the time his first punch landed
for him it was too late
I grabbed his other arm
spin him around into a head lock
My blade met both his ears and now
grinning a bloody grin
the stranger lay dead in aisle six
The stranger lay dead on the floor
Cleanup in aisle six
another stranger lay dead on the floor
There's not much to me
or to understand
I don't give or ask the time
or for directions
pay close attention to your reflection
Don't but into line
Respect other peoples space
Avoid confrontation
Don't look me in the face
Never make eye contact
Always know your place
Never stand too close to the edge
Don't give reason
Don't give rhyme
Don't get caught
Or you too
will run out of time.

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.