MEDICATION!
Tenporary seperation from this world of pain.
The sky is always gray, but we've yet to see the rain.
The movie in our mind refuses to rewind
until it's played itself out to the tragic end.
It's always the same,
dreams of fortune and fame
are ripped to shreds in the howling wind.
The looking glass has been shattered
along with all that we thought had mattered
in these strangest moments of a strange life.
Only scattered fragments remain
of a people once sane,
now learning to live by the knife.

The crowded street corners and empty alleyways
combine into complex patterns,
like some mad magician's maze
in which we've been lost for days,
weeks, months and years.
With no breadcrumbs at our disposal
we mark our trail with tears,
risking at every twisted turn
coming face to face with our darkest fears.
We would do anything to avoid that burn.

in this place we chace the illusion,
simply because we fear the pain and confusion
of a world through open eyes.
Because when nothing is real
it's so much easier to conceal
the lies that we tell each other and ourselves.
Evil littles elves dance through another hallucination.
Too high to cry and too young to die,
we pacify with another alibi
until eventually,
even we can't tell our lies from the truth.
The spoils of a wasted youth!

It's really nothing to be concerned about.
We don't even miss our minds
when they finally get burned out.
Turned out, like a two dollor whore
and what's more, no one seems to care.
it took a long time to get here from there
and it will take even longer to get back.
questions confound us. Obstacles surround us.
Rivers of whiskey and mountains of crack
seperate us from SPIRIT.
The answer is all around us,
we're just too damn self absorbed to hear it.
Every time that we get near it
we shut down our hearts and minds.

The mechanism grinds to a halt,
as we scream to the jury " It's not my fault!".
We claim to have been framed,
unjustly blamed for crimes we didn't commit.
Sometimes it's easy to forget
who we are and where we come from.
We claim to know who are tyhe true evil ones
until it becomes time to name some.
Hence, we burn another cross
and beat steadilly upon the drum,
as we await the final daybreak
which may never come.

From the sewers to the mansions
and every plateau in between,
we worship the green while turning our back
on the red, yellow, black and brown.
Refusing to release our grip on the dead,
thier wieght keeps dragging us down.
We expect respect while despising each other.
Brother fights against brother,
like a pit full of rattlesnakes.
It's multiple mass suicide.
Why don't we learn from our mistakes?

Someday, somewhere somebody
must stand up for Christsake!
If it isn't you then don't complain
about the wet smoke, heroin and cocaine
running rampant through the streets,
in our homes and at our schools.
Isn't it time to gaze into that broken looking glass
and meet the arogant fools
who condone it all.
Don't those faces seem familiar?
Haven't we seen them someplace before,
lurking within the shadows
or crawling drunkenly across the floor?

Quit pouting about how steep the hill is.
In our hearts we all know what the deal is.
Unless we start pulling together, all is lost.
that is the cost of untamed pleasure.
The measure of our times
should not be counted in crimes,
but in our willingness to overcome odds.
Pray that someday we may learn
that GRACE is something no one can earn,
only share and by doing so, help it to grow.
Don't feed the lies by closing your eyes.
Reach out with your soul and let some love flow.

a poem by Donald Wilfong