One day the dust will settle.

A song about destruction and rebellion. One of the few compositions that are dark and morbid. When writing this poem or song I was thinking about WWI and II and the destruction of the atom bomb. Now looking back and revising it, I realized that it fits perfectly with what’s going on today.

Under your bed…where lies all of your forgotten toys and lonely dreams.

A man or woman should decide the course they walk, and choose wisely, because at the end of our lives, we will be found either wanting or having done well!

Sometimes the only sounds you hear in loneliness are the sounds of empty clips hitting the ground while you shoot your way through the nothingness..

Ever strive to reach for your dreams, and attain your goals!

We really should try again.

We are a nation slowly being tricked into soft slavery, bringing down our once mighty house and nation. Soon, there will only be rust and dust in what was once a great place! We are accepting bondage!

As we drift through life

like a speck of dust in the air

seeking out good times

in which to share

with this heart that really cares

and as we drift through the days

our hopes start to fade.

A poem about the experiences of Dust Bowl victims.