Being The Devil

It is interesting being the devil

You try to be nice

And not stir up trouble

But then they ask about your horns

And stubble

You do your best to ignore them

To not burst their bubble

You sit and stand

All day long

Trying to reprimand

The evil you've done

It wasn't me or you

But we were selected to take the fall

Without hesitation

Without much thought at all

You worked hard

to build a home

A place where equality is nurtured

And starts with the soul

It's a home for those lost

So they can take time to find

That they are not the devil

They have strength

The strength of The Kind

We don't kneel to the big boss

Because they rule the crown

It's not for those in the clouds

But those firmly planted on the ground

For those who have been shrouded in shame

For those who wouldn't even utter the name

It's a home for those who have suffered from the tiniest trepidation

That they too are seen as the devil

Without any reason

Without justification

The Dull Voice

There it is again

Nagging at my mind

The thought reverberates

Like the hands of time

Can't seem to find

That peace of mind

Trapping myself

In the cage of doubt

Where happiness

Is something I can't find

It echos in my skull

A voice that sounds so dull

But it's a voice that gives me clarity

And makes me think with reason

and prosperity

I think something did happen

And I saw it

with my own eyes

Somebody doing someone wrong

Just to pass some time

There it was on my back porch the other day

It didn't say hi

When it saw my face

It peered through the glass

So thin

So frail

Right where my baby was sleeping

In her crib

Balled up like a snail

It peered over her and met my eyes

I was ready to kill that mother fucker

till it died

But instead i opened the door and said

"Hey,

Can i help you?"

It looked startled said

"Ahhh.. mosquitos"

And pointed up to the roof

Not knowing what to do i knodded

And said

"Okay."

It just turned

Hopped over the porch fence

And walked away

Maybe it was mosquitos

Or maybe a harmless gaze

Or maybe it will be someone else's baby

In a different room

On a different day

Control

It’s weird the things we think we can control

Like a mouse

a keyboard

or even a phone

But what happens when nature takes over

Something changes

Like being on Mars

In the Lunar Rover

We realize that everything is something

And we just cant see

How the forest

Is really just some trees

There may be something more to life

Then looking at what we can control

And realize we are living in a mixing bowl

It is possible to take every step in stride

Controlling

Only our emotional side

Maybe the control we try to inflict

On those around us

Is really just us

Showing our love is honest

Maybe we should let those fly free

Who want to spread their wings

And just accept them back

After everything

Or maybe it's just best to shut them out

Like you never even knew them

Without any good memories

Without any reasonable doubt

Well which is it?