Liberty and Lace 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Liberty and lace
Stars and stripes
The statue's face
The human race
Eastern shores
Gateway to the USA
Beautiful people
Like cultured pearls
Flags unfurled
Like wine matured
People make the streets go round
Shuffling to the grooving sound
A doctor
A secretary
Librarian
Musician
Veteranarian
I am a half baked poetic contrarian
Singing lines to feed your mind
Relax your soul
Make you unwind
Like bee's wax on a violin
Like burl wood in a Jaguar
Big smiles, tee shirts
Tie died, girls that flirt
Hell's Kitchen, Little Japan
Garlic and Basil in a frying pan
Little Cafes where poetry's read
Feeling like your better off dead
Having friends and going out
Giving all your friends a shout
Finding what it's all about
Love, jealousy, anger, depression
One more psychiatric session
One more artist's beautiful impression
Monet, Cezanne, Matisse, Van Gogh
Where did all the artists go
I could tell you a line
Sell you a lie
Make you believe pie in the sky
My heart would end up wondering why
The truth you see is a beautiful thing
Doesn't discriminate a single human being
Strips us all to naked bare
Sees us in our underwear
No illusions
Mind protrusions
Slight of hand
Twist of fate
Brightly painted garden gate
For the lovely souls we wait
Down here in the earth where it's cold
We will take both young and old
Rice Rockets spinning out of control
Burning, steaming, lovely flesh
Thrown quickly into their inevidable deaths
Funerals for our departed friends
Reminding us that life will end
What goes up must come down
We have to get off this merry-go-round
Make love to a beautiful girl
Take her on the tilt-o-whirl
Maybe the ride will break in the air
Blood stained grass at the fair
Stuffed animals crushed to death
Gasping for their dying breath
Baseball and barbecues
Sunsets with their beautiful hues
Purples, reds, orange, and blue
Painted across the sky for you
With a great big brush
From the man above
Not a fairy tale
He gives us love
A four letter word that means everything
Without it our lives don't mean a thing
Being devoid of love is worse than death's sting
So bless you all and fair thee well
Good luck and God speed