What am I drawn to
Hope for the future
Caring and nurture
I challenge my own words
My own notions
Undergo forgiveness
And simplicity
I have to abstain from
Drawing entitlements
Made in vain
Black boxes roll along railroads
Across the country
Through fields
Next to streams
Between trees
And over bridges
Carrying the goods
Burning the coal
In the country we all
Know and love
Creaking
Burning
Beating the iron
With wheels clad
On a Friday
In the Hoosier State
Light clothes
In the wintertime
Warming
Up world
Summer flipped in winter
All others
Inconsistent
When we wed the new future
We ask no questions
We go with good intentions
Yet we leave with none
Petroleum counterpart
Released at the
Point of contact
Impact
Environmental strains
Bold unsurpassed all the same
We have to be aware
Of the minerals we deposit
Fuel made for a rocket
Lasting effects beyond
Our own light socket
The little we know
Is holding our growth
The fear of letting go
Prohibits where we can go
If we give up
We give in
Continue on
Thick or thin
The little we know
Hope fear and love
Hold your strength my dear
Keep your eyes to the sun
Eggnog anyone?
Poured over a hot sipping cup
My eggnog
Your eggnog
This holiday goldfish
Wrapped in infamy
We judge each other
Living in an alternative
Life from the real
Descriptives
Explicative
Holiday treats filled with love
Not jealous emotions
This notion
I hold dear
The purpose ton
Accomplishes much
With a finite stroke
A definitive look
Hoping to accomplish
What has lost focus
Withholding tight
To the morning sun
Look ahead
To a purpose ton
Ready for change
In time
Corrections
Rearrangements
Replacements
Preparing the table
Setting it up
Sturdy and stable
We will move ahead
Into the blowing winds
Current Landscape
Scapegoats and all
Rolled up into a ball
Understood by few
Under the beam of a wall
Passion and intention
Blazed with cheap attempts
Celebrity bones show up
In wild circumvents
Handshakes cheap and often
Do not reflect
An underlying hate
In the current landscape
Number thesis
Archnemesis
Of those who procrastinate
Or the spent life infatuated
With lies upon lies
Under our own eyes
Truth go untold
But the number thesis
Is sound
That no matter where we go in life
If we lie
It will hunt the liars down
History has proven
That evil can only go so far
Until the number thesis
Proves such unfateful journies
Fruitless
