Surf Rock

Lay low

Play soft

Surf rock

Makes me feel just right

On a Monday night

Leave me to rest

I’ll be just fine

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Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

Unconstitutional Emoluments

Take the pay

Leave the people

Who is taking the stubs

When the president wins

Paid in advance

With taxes due

Who would have knew

What one man can do

With unfettered desires

To light a blazing fire

While a waining night fades

The ultimate game has been

Played

Grip of Power

Display the power

Training our eyes

Not to wonder

Bearing down

Fists of thunder

Hold our breathe

Let go

The ones who have the power

Will soon let us know

That when their rains come

They will be a shows

Of the terrible grips of power

Goals and Intimidation

Goals set up

What can either be achieved

Or grieved

Held on to and flourish

Or fallen to the side

And malnourished

Objectivity

Subject to change

Some day’s life goals

Seem strange

Tend and sift

So in time dreams grow

Hoping they take us all

Where we want to go

The Lake Lays

The lake lays

Awake

While we sleep

Lapping waves

On the shores

Of the Indiana shores

With dunes and beaches

Summer will evaporate 

While the lake lies

Awaits a new summer

In a deep winter freeze