Fear and Honey

Its too bad that such earthly riches will have to be left behind
something perfect from the start because what is here isn't worthy of being called nice
regret and till then upset
this place is filled with white washed trophies
made from lies and death
dried up tears, dried up dirt with yes, what is red
I wouldn't want to quote an artist
but for a statement to paraphrase, enjoy your lie.
standing at the door not letting for the innocent to live their lives, yet perversions abound
make for every kind, mixed together
as if fear and honey to make for a cutting board with knives
while take it lightly as a joke
and think that villainy is only for a hoax
I'll be waiting, because like them
you seem to
not want to see what is put in front of you
and me
It would be my duty to join the ranks of soldiers if
they weren't being only marched to their death for the sake of
blood spilled and money you think is worth giving credit

I spend my days waiting for the righteous
since there is not much else to do here
except as if like suicide entertain
and there is no doubt in my mind
that its all coming to
what will pain me and you and your children
because word from up above is taboo today in places of
drunken disorderly conduct as though abroad a nation wide sodom
who knew we'd come to this.
But call this a piece of performance, a piece of art.
but standing in front of you.
clap your hands? 
it won't be me or these words that are threatening.

soon.

soon.