What’s the difference

What’s the difference
If we love or we hate
Why not just sit home
And masturbate
What’s the difference
If we stay or we go
Will we ever learn anything
We already didn’t know
What’s the difference
Between happiness and pain
If you’ve ever known either
You know they’re one the same
What’s the difference
Between wealthy and broke
Always find a drink
Always got some smoke
What’s the difference
Between wrong and right
Is it just peace of mind
Is it sleeping at night
What’s the difference
If we just disappeared
Would the flowers miss us
Or would they rejoice and cheer
What’s the difference
If we destroy everything
Would the rocks even notice
Would the stars feel a thing

An Old Favorite...

The Dead

The Dead never speak
Nor do the cry
The Dead never care
About saying goodbye
The Dead have no sickness
They’re never in pain
The Dead have no worries
To drive them insane
The Dead never argue
Quarrel or fight
The Dead have no fear
To be alone in the night
The Dead never see
All those things that can hurt
The Dead are so peaceful
And calm in the dirt
The Dead never trouble
And never are late
The Dead have no reason
To love or to hate
The Dead aren’t frightened
By the dreams in their head
The Dead never get high
And wish they were dead

Frequently

Frequently I’m tuned to a
Frequency where I can’t
Identify my
Identity
Confusing my
Conscience with
Additional
Adages
Symmetrically
Symbolizing the
Insane the
Inane ways that
I see with my
Eye these
Terrifying
Terrible things a
Path so
Pathetic
Bored I
Bore a hole into the
Realization of all
Reason I
Prefer to
Preface my
Diabolic
Dialect with an
Apathetic
Apology where as
Lately I have a
Latent
Desire to
Describe
Immaterial
Imagery with the
Pretense of
Presence of mind but
Obviously you are still
Oblivious