One million little crosses all in a row
One million little crosses all on a hill

Remember, remember what we fought for.

Remember Remember what we died for.

I remember the smoke and the noise,
The cause seems long lost.

One million little crosses all silent in a row
One million little crosses all silent on a hill.

Look down look down, over the sleeping valley
Look down look down, over the rebuilt city.

No more planes, no more bombs.

Dear Danny Whizbang, you can finally rest.

One million little crosses laid out side by side
One million little crosses just sleeping in the shade.

Dear Danny Whizbang- poor boy.

Remember, remember what we fought for.

I've lost the cause in the fog of war.

War is war and hell is hell but at this point it's so bad I can't tell;
Which is worse for my health, the bullets being fired at me or the poor meal ration.

Remember me back home, call me a hero.

I got a medal pinned on my chest, took seven more through my tactical vest.

Dear ma, pa, friends and pals, tell her I loved her and she was my only gal.

Dear ma, pa, friends and pals, say something nice bout those who don't make it back- I may not survive the next-ATTACK!

Sarge just gave the order, so up and over the top, last one home missed a bullet by a stroke of luck.

One million little lives laid to rest in a field.
One million little lives put to the test.

Pay em your respect, then finally allow them rest.

Every night I burn for you
In an alley or hobo bonfire, I arise from the flames to keep you warm.

Every night I follow you to protect you from the things you can not see.
The things you do not know.

For every night with every lighter spark or hobo fire I burn for you.

Too destructive to touch you, I'd not risk causing you harm.
I work in my own way to be close to you.

Every night I paint your picture to gaze on you as my heart cries for you.

Then I turn to ash and follow you by every match strike or hobo fire.

Every bonfire I am there to watch over you.

My warmth will fight the cold off, my light will hold back the dark and I will consume the growth so that greener grass can grow for you.

Every night I paint your picture, then turn to ash when I go to touch you.

So I stick to my fire and flames, I'll fight for you I'll protect you and when the sun rises I am extinguished until you need me again.

When they find my home they'll find a painting of you and a pile of ash, you'll know I was here and you'll be sad you missed me because you remember the last time I kissed you.

Daughter of mine, I was not around then, so I must be around now in my own way.

Liquid fluid bones


Liquid fluid and my mind melts into the sun- I stared too long.

Pour my out of the bottle and into any glass then swallow me and whole the drain I go.

I go.

No control zone, low flight zone no time to explain.

Pour me out of my bottle and into any glass, swallow me down and away I go.

Flush the fashion, plunge it down the drain there I go.

Away and out of sight, back into the bottle- I am the dregs of night.

Liquid fluid I slide into any container, I can take any shape.

social parasite, societal chameleon.

Flush it away and I flow down the drain, through sinks and pipes, I mix with the rain water and drip from your faucet.

I'm inside you when you took your first drink, then I moved along without you noticing.

Liquid fluid.

If you are the healer lay your hands on me, I am diseased you can set me free. If you have the will I have the desire, if you collect ashes send me into the fire.

If you are the liar then I am the fool, I wanna hurt myself by being close to you.

So catapult me into the sun and I'll burn baby burn, catapult me into the sun and I'll burn just for you.

If you are the liar I am the fool I will survive to be used as your tool.

Ten pence piece lays heavy on the heart, loose change love affair that's falling apart.

so catapult me into he sun and I'll burn baby burn, catapult me into the sun and I'll burn just for you.

Breakdowns and shakedowns got me bruised by your heart, it wasn't the words it was action from the start! You are the seducer I am the user together we feed off of each other.

so catapult me into the sun and I'll burn baby burn, yes catapult me into the sun and I'll burn just for you.

I've been down a little in the wrong side of town.
Somewhere out there that girl still remembers my smile;
I have loved and lost and I have always seen it through.

The stories I tell can be told by any of you, that's not what makes em special. It's what makes them true.

Now the sun gets higher in the sky and the days get warmer and the world keeps spinnin', these are just the way of things.

I have been strungout on the road in bars and under tables.

Left my number in ledgers, left my heart with the girl before you and you'll get to hold it to.

I've never met a woman who I couldn't fall in love with, no matter of five minutes or five years.

My skin is tough, but my back is strong, heart is on my sleeve which is why I always land in trouble.

Always a had a weakness for a cute girl with a killer smile.

So now here I sit at another bar in another town and wonder who I'll be with tonight, it's a question I don't need to ask because I'll never put up a fight. I break the hearts before they break mine, fragile muscles inside a glass case, handle with care, you break it you buy it.

Sadly the truth is neither of us can afford it.

I can let my heart break because it won't end me, it may sting, it may hurt but it won't phase me, it won't affect me as much as you think, I'm just looking for the girl who can heal the pain, who can replace the bottle, who can challenge the sky to take me and make me feel ok.

We sell em skin, we sell em tanks
We fill out the forms to fill out the ranks.

The new consumer army is on the way.

Jamming into your lane and piling up the stress with more bills and less pay and you'll get no say.

The public gets what the public wants and it's no where close to what we actually need

- but that's the nature of the beast and clearly the beasts knows best.

So we're jamming your day with sound and color, this is not an emergency it's the hourly stress test to see if you breakdown.

Breaking all your hopes and dreams, sizing you up and putting you in place, this isn't real life it's just a holding spot for the eventually deceased.

So pack your bags and bring the family, dine out by the sea and sink knee deep in the sand for the weather's getting better and it's time to bake in that fake spray tan.

Can't think to form the words,
So I slam a dictionary against my head to fill it with words unsaid.

Heartbeat like headache too many distractions to form a thought.

Off the rails and agitated;
Here I go missing the point again.
Here I go trying to create something new again.

A verbal Victor Frankenstein, composite poem here I go again.

The mad wordsmith at thought's end standing on the edge as I stare out to the void on the verge of my next big break point.

Another pointless point that leads to a dead end debate between two parties who'll never admit the other is right, so what's the point of words when they all fall to the floor and shatter.

Sweep them into the dustbin and glue em back together try and lie that this time it'll be stronger.

Penned mosaic on the cutting room floor, too many themes to latch onto, this one was rushed out the door.

It flew to close to the sun and now the wax got in the way and made a mess- so as this writer plummets into writer's block sea at least let me drown along the sea of sentences that have been said by saints and sinners, who shared meals with Twain and Ginsberg.

Better to know I bled on the page and bled myself dry, I gave away all the words I had inside and now I sit thirsting for some inspiration like a poor man's Bukowski, wishing I had half the insight to see the next line and knew it was going to sound right.