There is no song that can be unsung,
no lyric easily removed once voiced
if suddenly a better choice comes
while the chorus hooks the intent in.
Sliding scales from rainbows colors
to the depths of pure dark despair
carry many a tune to hearing ears.
some not so nice others so very grand.
Operatic tunes that reverberate across times land
through mans generations of audiences ears,
each time heard a different portion stands,
appears depending on times day; uplifts or disturbs.
Sing to me a lifelong song of social justice
not one that tells me I need to “just trust us”
for when the band break apart trust fails us.
Justice is a need that never fails or leaves us.
© M Durfee
If I fly off tomorrow
it will mean I have cheated death
What use is fear of a man robbing you
when he is just as scared
of getting caught as you are of being robbed?
I once started to learn to play the drums,
I finally figured out that drums
are not made of brick and concussions hurt.
Pain is like masturbation,
you only feel it
while it’s happening.
The forecast is for rain.
Detroit is so God damn dangerous
Even the weather refuses to cross 8 mile road.
You can run fast and far from hate
But when you get where you’re going
You will still have to change.