Shined his shoes
Everyday
While the virus
In his brain
He said it eats away
All the faces
He once knew
But the one …
She stays true
Burned in flames
And he
Sold his soul
Waiting for
the changing of the guard
To take him away
2
And he stands
Outside the house
On widow street
Praying for rain
To stop the flames
That took his love away
3
And he whispers
Pain
Cuts deep
Plants a seed
Grows a tree
Bearing the bitter fruit
They put before you
And
You must choose
To keep
Or throw
Away
I
We are all different but equal
We are all different but equal
We are all different but equal
(Mic drops)
I’m tired of born this way
Forget that
What happened to
I made my way
Dug my self out of the grave
I write to kill
I kill to write
Welcome to the middle of no where
I don’t know about the west side
The south side
I saw a man living on a bus
He had a 17 year old wife
I was 13
I didn’t even realize what I was seeing
II
Tell me again about the new IPhone
I’ll tell you about waiting for dial up
These kids these days
Not even a fear of The Draft hanging over them
It’s been iPhone and apples in their hand since the age of conception
Can’t even imagine them storming beaches or taking anything from anyone unless it’s their parents.
III
Smoke
And ash
Rising from these wasted years spent on ambitious less youth
God spoke and put flesh on
Dead bones
And
Jeff Beck came back just to save rock and roll
I saw a veteran cry as he talked about D Day…
I saw a Veteran get angry when he was asked about Vietnam …
When was the last time we got back to basics
Back to business
Make something
Create something
We are all somebody from somewhere
We have a story to tell
A past to burn
Don’t feed it
Don’t suppress it
You made your way
It’s tangled up in you
Like the bloodline that commits suicide before the age of 35
What have you got to do?
What else is left to lose?
I’ll tell you the truth
From the shot glass
Of my minds eye
Hold yourself together
You’re doing fine
You know mother
We all
Are going to be alright.
She called me late
rain
Settled in her hair
The cool cool air
chilled me inside
my bones
And I kept thinking
About the ocean blue
Where the sun warmed our skin
but now
it’s all sold
And it’s so cold
we’re all so lonely now …
if it’s just the same to you…
And she was calm and she was cool
Her face was set
She lit another cigarette
Against the coming storm
You couldn’t help but think about all of the men
Who let this beast of burden in
The blatant loud disregard hung in the air like cigar
Filling old newspaper rooms
They’re empty now
Just like me
Just like you
You know we can’t go back
We’ve crossed all of these old bridges
We’re fighting ghosts
In our restless hands
She wrote me
And she didn’t know what to say
She only knew the way she felt
And
How everything has turned to grey
And there’s one too many full moons
In the sky tonight
Still
Here I am
My pen and my Gin
Thinking about how there
Was a time
A brief time
When we
Looked bright
In the springtime
But now
I think
We are destined
To be the lonely
Filling the empty
Shells of buildings
With dreams of a future
Foreclosed
On desolation road
That Golden Highway
Runs from here to the salt in the sea
Don’t look now
It’s turned to desolation road…
And all of our daughters
And all of our sisters
Woke up today
With less than they had yesterday
Better not think too much about it
Better not get too used to it
it’s just life on desolation road.
Photo by Ethan Bethune
Simon: Every day, dad comes home on lunches, and we go to the outside. It’s great. We play for days.
Ethan: You realize, it’s only one hour. And most people actually get to eat on their lunch.
Garfunkel: Well I’m just a starvin’ marvin, just a starvin’ marvin, I ain’t eat in three whole days!
Ethan: What are you singing? What is this?
Garfunkel: what if we all go and get sammiches.
Ethan: How about peanut butter and you guys go to the bathroom like you’re supposed to. I’m about to have to leave.
Simon: Whaaat what do you have left, a week, three days? Is it 57 minutes! No not the minutes! They are so sad! 
Ethan: that’s it, I’m leaving. I’m never coming back. I’ll send you a postcard. 
Garfunkel: Wait for me! Bum bum dum dum starvin’ marvin…
And this is just where I came in
Our cities burning
Broken words
Defined by the way we were
Filling the skies
But right now we are
Paper white picket fences
uptown state
Just dreams held on to
so far out
off sight
Tucked away
We both know
The lies we tell
The day we make
The pain we take
The bad bill we have to pay
Put off till another day
What kind of life is –
What kind of lie is –
What kind of love
Is this?
Would you stay with me,
If I told you the truth
Would you be a little bit closer
Oh I would be here for you
I would that I could
Get close to you
And
She says
She knows
You carry yourself
She says
She knows
He says
He pays the price
They both get theirs
Out of site
Out of mind
And she says
How can you choose what stays and what we give away?
The revelation
For any paradise …utopia
There must be a final solution
For all of us misfits
Outcast
Cut-off
Paper white picket fences
Caught in the wind and rain
She hears the drums
Drumming out
She plays her soul out loud
In the daylight
Too late for repeal
Too fast for dreaming
It’s time for freedom
It’s time for soul
It’s time to shake it out
She’s cast her chains to the ground
Oh sunrise
The tide is coming in
Oh life
The earth is breathing now
I would
That I could
Get close to you…
It’s light here
This space
We’ve made together
It’s light here
Our backs against the weather
what we have
We’ve made
Against the winter
Against the night
This space
Just for us….
Adulthood may be dark
The future of our discontent
But right here
At home
Right in the now
This moment
Today
the ingredients
For all our tomorrows
Quickly becoming yesterday
It’s light
With you
It’s always light
In mid November
Leaves on the ground
Overcast
gray sun
First frost
It’s warm
It’s light
It’s Home
-Regardingsamuel.com
Ethan Bethune
Simon: Dear doggy journal. Today, was the best today in the history of today. I saw, a truck that had nothing but donuts! It has to be the greatest job in the history of job.
I know what I’m going to be when I go out and get job. I’m going to be Donut Beagle. And drive my very own truck. I can’t believe dad did not tell me this is a job. But he does yell at me when I take his donuts…more like…do-nots! 
