School Dance Much?

The look means nothing
The dart away is everything
What are you hiding?
That I can't meet your eye.
We've made room for Jesus
Hell, Buddha, Thor and the whole Greek Parthenon too.
But that hasn't stopped me from noticing you
I certainly talk loud enough.
If you haven't you must truly be deaf.
But regardless, we agree
And the deities have had their say
Things are just kinda better this way.

Warfare

Walk on Blind Soldier,
Shoulder your crutch and carry on.
The days grow weary
Chasing your steps as another night grows long.
On, on, exhaustion.
These eyes are tired
Having seen too much.
These arms are shaking
Having held for more than their share.
On to your mother
On to your father
Walk on blind soldier
The fight is won.
Walk on blind soldier
Go home.

Practice Makes Perfect

Here it is
The bad one
Just to open up my brain
Throw out a few words
Like candy?
Not quite.
I'm just looking for inspiration.
I'm seeing beauty
But not the sound.
These columns are only steel
And your gaze is merely blank
I can't get inside
To see into the heart.
Heart. Even the spelling annoys me.
God, I'd sell my soul for a better word
One to communicate the soul.
Yuck, so melodramatic.
I am, you are, we are
A wasted space
I hope they never see this.