I Was Wrong

Past in the memory the landscape etched
Younger times auctioned to the highest
Primitive minutes spent in purest aw
The strike of a line the pressure rises

Ripped away as it thought
Yet all revealed the cards always show
Decisions made intent on the prize
Battle as you must to reach yours


The hurried rustle pushes us forward
What dawn has yet to bring, mind sets
Even tattered thin papers weigh down the scales
The present darkened, as the future blinds

While the carelessness of small digits can never be replaced
A slowed down stream burns, sets the moment
The tomorrow's winds will test our rigs true
Today's script lies though, still yet unwritten


Raining down upon us like hailstones sharp
Fear of mirror's shards the memories imprinted in time
To not know the future, but sulk on the suggested obvious yet again
A successful failure your only goal in blinded, lazy sight
Countless reasons help construct the sieged walls as before
Yet these same words have struck the passages towards the keep
Not one of ask nothing left, but the glasses always higher in the horizon's end
For surely the worse has been written before our books dried their black ink,
Your same kind drowned in the sunken sands alone and humanly hopeless


Smiling as you watch the house burn down from the inside
Countless sheep tamed more than nature would intend
Thoughts swayed by the constant flickering of lights
Your small radius controlled, comfortably enough

A stomach fully processed while the others hollow
A soul judged not by worth, but the money in their sands
Decisions waisted as time dances on in pure spite of all who stand
For the knowingly guilty cannot claim
ignorance when all is shown before

Simplier Times

The lines of time crossed and tangled as they extend
Memories lose ground as the horizon steadily approaches
Our unstoppable backlog grows greater each passing day
But sands of life, not time should be measured in sunlight

Each of us innocent as the stork glides us forward
Still most just satisfied with what is presented before us
But forgotten are the simple treasures buried in these same sands
For time is ever persistent and forgets not what the truth can tell

The War Of Man

Unsettled bickering the hills turn red
The price of birth questioned yet again
Souls lost for the sake of words
Yet the common say not a whimper

Our carnivorous selves held back no longer
We extinguish with supreme excellence
Those who stand before matter not
Unless of course our biggest brother preach it

The truth of the lines a hell of sorts
Savage to the core through and through
The metal flies as fear clouds all on the field
Survival the only way the thirst only strengthens

Met not once but blood shared the same
Will against will the battle rages on
Pulsing its blackness through our veins
Continue or fail it is our choice, alone

The Eyes Never Change

Rich or poor, our blood flows the same
Yet we watch the reporter tell us which life matters more

Is it one in a small village that happens daily?
Or one in an office building, innocent none the less

Mother nature denied, turned evil by man's mistrust
The rapture of a small midwest town, or an entire colony of humans absent by the modern eye?

Balanced we might say, but our perceived medium falls quite short
For the unchecked travesties continue to lay plague on the unwatched earth

A universal child's eyes tells the story of generations to come
If only all of us could see this faultless expression, we would truly understand

Photography by Nenad Djedovic


Never what you expect, but always what you deserve
Joyous innocence, painful realizations, love eternal, or a slight variation of sorts
Running to reach it, but just behind, too true it would seem
What is right, or what is generally accepted, does it matter in their eyes?

Transition to reality, monetary goods the focal point
A fine auto or luxury stone to boot?
Your number grows as your chips extend exponentially
The silver spoon perched high for all your kind to see

White strikes your beard as reflection shows true
Regret, remorse, and past moments of general apathy rule your thoughts
What could you have ever done to change the endless battle?
After all, they have always known you better than yourself, right?

What have my countryman done? A display so vial!
To rob them of so much, for the simple spread of our colors
Will I ever know the truth, or be forever sheltered by the shade of the trees?
The hourglass almost empty, the goodness of our true self must be revealed...

The Devil In The Road

Another day was passing, as they always seem to do
My head was in the sky, with the eagles and the blue
Such vial destruction and chaos stood before
Of loss, pain, and that god-awful whore

Trying to forget, as many men do
Through the bottle, friends, and you know who
But this day was different, unlike the rest
As we rounded the corner, I became quite distressed

What stood before me, I wasn't quite sure
But his shadowy figure was evil, quite pure
The goosebumps came like a brisk frosty wind
And I wondered what he'd done to emit so much sin

Slowly we moved on towards this figure of black
A force pulled us in and there was no turning back
My blood turned cold and my eyes set aflame
That blasted demon seemed to know my true name

Just then in the distance, a shimmering light
A small beckon of refuge shone through the night
I had gone too far though, I was quite sure
To make it to, God's kingdom of pure


Dumbed down by the music television
Our generation marches out into the unknown
Desensitized of all, our thoughts tend to drift
Future or past it matters not

Apathy has replaced common sense
Our peers fall to pieces one by one
To turn over the rock exposes the worms
Our only hope is a blinding light that somehow changes the mix

Red tape has covered our eyes and bound our hands
The sensing greed has only heighten
As the hourglass falls nothing changes but the weather
Even while most sit and suffer in silence

Old Friends

There is nothing quite like a name to prickle the brain
Of all the times past and how we've carved our tomorrow

The mind certainly tends to work in mysterious ways
Hiding back these memories just under the skin

We daydream of days past that are forever etched in granite
Yet persist in the shadows just out of site, but never of mind

A younger time full of the glory of pure ignorance
When all was simpler and without any regret or true consequence

Endless thoughts flood back to us with just a name
To forget is purely human, but to remember

That can be truly divine...