Rush to Nowhere
We rush to conserve
Avoiding that upward curve
As if we have controlled
Over what we are told
Put more propellers in the breeze
Cut down those wind blocking trees
Build more dams for water control
And maybe we will save our soul
We know there is a nowhere
We only need to rush to get there
Everything will be OK
Coming soon a better day
Rabid Poet
All are Gone
After all the words are spoken
And the World keeps on turning
What is left to adore
Certainly us no more
Those days of self adoration
As other species depart
Of lifting eyes to Heaven
Proving we are smart
Does it really matter
When we're all gone
That we could not fix
As Life turned to stone
Rabid Poet
When it comes
And very soon
We sit on Titanic's deck
And howl at the moon
We will listen to the orchestra play
As water reaches our feet
Don't worry about icy water
Just get a higher seat
Economic collapse
Protests every day
And he who is in charge
Rushing to have his way
Rabid Poet
Poem to You
I threw a poem into the sea
A poem cast to you from me
A poem traveling far
In a bottle under a star
A poem seeking to be
Will there ever be a view
It's intent meant for you
Or drift forever more
It's meaning in its core
A meaning remaining true
Rabid Poet
The Fool
This will end
Know not when
Destiny holds reign
As we hide our pain
Disguised as sin
We hold on as Gods who rule
Sitting on our golden stool
The time will arrive
Like clouds in the sky
Leaving our role as Fool
Rabid Poet
Quiet
Quiet creeps in
Like a forgotten sin
Comitted years ago
In our Ego Show
Difficult to deny
Ours eyes to the sky
What was our joy
Is now just a toy
Do we welcome Quiet
Is it an Insight
Maybe so we say
On our merry way
Rabid Poet
Trying to Find Our Way
Trying to find our Way
Going into another day
Advice from here
Advice from there
Follow me they say
But goals disappear
And visions turn to fear
Don't do this
Don't do that
Nothing is becoming clear
So what are we to do
Gather with just a few
Put on that mask
Stay home for that task
And maybe get out of this Zoo
Rabid Poet
The Race
They drive in circles
With hopes they will win
Those circles to nowhere
Not seeing the sin
Fans coming from miles
Food in their car
Awaiting the great event
Wheels spinning on the tar
And when it is over
Drivers joyously out their car
Fans returning to their own race
Taking us not very far
Rabid Poet
Time
Time washes over us
Leaving remnants of our past
We pick up the pieces
Time moving so fast
What did we learn
Mistakes and successes
Destined to be lost
In those dark recesses
Does it really matter
Since time will erase
Those mistakes we made
On our journey through Space
Rabid Poet
Doom
What is That
Tipping it's hat
Tip tapping across the room
Singing songs of Doom
Trying to avoid a cat
Is it a rat
Doing a tippy tippy tat
Letting us know
It's our final show
It's our final splat
Didn't know
Rats could do a Show
Tippy hats
Ratta tat tats
Attending our final Show
Rabid Poet
