Empty Drink

The lake is empty.

Roots have left this shore.

Freedom to be free,

containment shattered by the waves of yore–

all of It will cease to be

before they see that less is rarely more.

Empty Lake Bed, (from iDesign iPhone Wallpapers)

Isolated

Let’s call it trees tumbling in the woods

It’s the mountain cry that never rumbles off man

Voices bred on streets and horns

We’re drowned in concrete, child,

Because the world might hear a sound

But individual is just so much noise

They’ll never hear, and never care.

Forgotten Tower

Black waters dripping from a lonely tower,

The watch fires long since died.

Crumbling bricks betray its tale—

Its friends have long since passed it by.

Grasses overgrown, it stands secluded,

Cut off from the world beyond—

Weeping as a child in the bitter night.

A stray mouse prods the rotting mass—

The tower crumbles down.

Another vivid memory

Has faded into dark.