All I need is beer and family,  
when we get together its complete insanity,
I look around and there's not much vanity,
sometimes though its complete calamity.

Clinking links, hang from silvered cuffs,
jagged edges glisten in the blazing light,
sweat runs down the back,
from the hacksaw might.

Drops of blood imagined,
running down from my heart,
her words a dagger,
destroyed my new start.

Escaped a prison,
but waited too long,
my bird began to sing,
a brand new song.

Cinderblocks attached
to the brand new chain,
pad locked in place,
as I stand in the rain.

Stiletto blade digs in
leaving a thin red line,
that will burn and drain
in the salt water brine.

Crashing waves below
swallow chain and concrete,
followed rather quickly,
by the soles of my feet.

Dragged down below,
even only in my mind,
sunk into a pit of despair,
I will be hard to find.

What ifs, maybes, and what could be,
rarely let you actually see,
what is waiting around the bend,
pleasure, pain or  a sudden end.

Speculation can paralyze,
freeze your body, but move your eyes,
staring back and forth, down and up,
anxiety and fear, on your soul will sup.

Worked into a frothy panic,
can turn downward or end up manic,
lost in a fog of possibilities,
with no map, just a forest of trees.

Each leaf and limb a choice to make,
which ones to leave, which ones to break,
with each choice, lies consequence,
so decide, use uncommon sense.

Made decisions now on the other side,
you come upon another divide,
how to cross what if I fall,
a steady stream of answering the call.

Boiling clouds look like crashing waves,
the desert craves the monsoon rain,
tumbleweeds surf the raging wind,
thirsty sand swallows in gulps.

Saturated, puddled and running,
toward the lowest point around,
reflecting lightning flashes,
mirroring the raging beauty.

Merging torrents stampede,
forming rapids through arroyo's,
matching the roar of the thunder,
and cascade down into the swollen river.

Desert grass, long brown, suddenly greens,
small flowers erupt volcanically,
a pyroclastic flow of yellow and purple,
quickly covers the satisfied landscape.

Enjoying the moisture while it lasts,
the clouds break revealing blue sky,
the roiling sun makes it's appearance,
ready to bake the sand once more.

Mesmerized by swirling lights,
kaleidoscopic colors flash,
reflections of silvered mirrors
simply add to the confusion.

Lurking clowns with orange hair,
crawl amongst the shadows,
waiting in ambush,
armed with terrifying laughter.

Slippery slides and trap doors,
lead to fearful passageways,
a labyrinth of neon trees,
roamed by purple minotaurs.

Helixes of pink and yellow,
spin baffling the mind,
tables and chairs on the floor,
but we walk upon the ceiling.

Jets of air blast through the floor,
surprising and delighting,
and suddenly the door opens,
and real life rushes in.

I like the ghosts and the voices,
but rarely do they sing rejoices,
usually bitter and always mean,
they always set a tragic scene.

My soul is bared though never seen,
with terror encapsulated screams,
the life's blood slowly spreads,
filling the others with unholy dread.

Shattered limbs and lives,
storms aftermath path,
riddled with death and collusion.