Talk is Cheap

Like the the clothes on your back,
Like the wife you burried.
Like the Job you married.
Like the TV you loved.
The TV dinners you relished.
 The times of lies you embellished.
Talk is Cheap.
  For no sooner is it spoken it is rotten.
Like some unseen check point, with positive conversations being the passport.
As soon as something negative crosses the armed bulgarian gaurds,
You are sent packed and shipped back to the singles ship yards.
Talk is Cheap,
Like the long lasting sweet smell of dollar perfume
Like the Ads blistered across your life, posted and packed along  higway Salt Lake
Like the pop songs hailed today.
Like hours of toil mounting only to hair pennies saved.
Soon sailed, now rotten and ofcoarse the marathon hours of converse long ago forgotten.
Talk is Cheap.

Where on Earth is it

It wasn't in your Bed as you slept. 
You searched for it as you looked in the mirror this morning.
But found your reflection all things the same.

Nor did you find it after a quickly devoured perfect Breakfast.
You looked for it as you raced to work in your polished car.
The days dreamed for it while at work, of in space, some where far.
It wasn't in your Bike ride home.
Nope, couldn't find it on your skate board weekend, or roller blades 2.
Tried to find it nightly on endless channels of the TV.
You even looked while out in your RV.

You hiked all over out in wide open spaces.
Even looked on lips and picture perfect faces.
Turned every page and read every Chapter 2.


You've ran and pushed your body to limits of endurance.
You've slept, you've gourged, yet your still hungry starving and near Death.
Grazed up and down Shopping Halls,
Smoked and drank all sorts of things.
Yet the well remains dry for some reason you don't know why.
Then one day old and grey. After you have traveled this earth East, North, West and South.
You find it. In the oddest of places.
In a Lost Ones sad Eyes now the sun shines.  Sad Eyes now happy in yours.