clearly a family tradition

there is a survival instinct that's for sure
a deep rooted family tradition  that's gauranteed pure
corn and  nature boiled crystal clear
absolutely depression safe at 200 proof
100% white lightning in a ball jar
guaranteed to leave their brains swing ajar
cut it or drink it straight
the surface holds a bead so you wont have to wait
light the stills and burn em long
cash is scarce and the banks won't wait
figure it out fast before its too late
my great grand pops ran it as can i
the conections are still there as am i
a three state run with a sandwich and a gun
silent cash and the job is done 
   

rich poor middle class no more

rich or poor the middle class is no more
a modern outlaw is made
a crooked path is laid
the survivor will be
the back woods skilled are we
a roll of the dice
the old game of cats and mice
the dark horse has come
are they loaded or are they a bum
silent ways surviving  dark days

hollow hell

the eyes are the window to your soul
a enraged burning out of control
a heightened animalistic sense out on patrol
as the full moon rises in the cold clear sky
stalking my prey my cold bottomless eyes extract a sigh
the connection is made and a new path is laid
its game on as the pleasantries and banter flows
a single sided world where the heavy charm rolls
extracting connections one move at a time
playing with the minds of  over paid pawns
boiling their brains like a plate of prawns
my hunger is outrageous and my life is a hollow hell
a silenced view into the cold bottomless eyes of mine
a clearer view of the hollow hell i see in thine
silent hell      
 


 

feeling of hate

there's overwhelming a feeling of hate
warm embraced word of which the actions must wait
like when two part epoxy's mixed it seals the fate
when kept separate and there's been stability till  late
an angry avalanche is growing as it rolls
an injured group with nothing left to loose    
armed with dark secretes from the past
silently swinging a legal noose at last