Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
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Coast to Coast Storms
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Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
The End or The Beginning
How to know
When the smoke closes
In on the world
Creating a mystery of misery
Is this the beginning of a new chapter
Or the end of the familiar one
Said clear into the days fading light
So burnt in the smoke from the trees
Seething up north
Blowing through the jet stream
And brining it down to the desert
Upon the cactus the dust of travel
Awaits
As I decipher what chapter of the book
Is being played
A Good Day
A good day
In by the everyday man
Putting in the time
To grease this world
Back
Taken from the stacks
Of items ignored in life practical
To make everyones life magical
How can I learn to be so pragmatic
To see the basic needs
And to be of service to others
As those who have gone before have taught me
So take one for the birds over the sea
Teach me your ways past
And keep me growing in the present
Tax and Toll
Tax and toll the masses
Into submission again
And again
Don’t ask questions
Just smother them
With the burden of life once so pure
Now polluted with the ideas
Of the singular devotion chosen fools
So take your money one penny at a time
What will wither away
Will grow back one hundred fold
In time
Together: A Revolution
Uptown people
Spending time with the downtown folks
Stringing words on notes
Being one of the greatest
Impact on the human interaction
Tough in traction
But the people have each other at heart
Hardly hated by the wars orchestrated by
Those few who benefit greatly
Stately types
Embedded and look a likes
The chose people the chose choice
Of a wickedness so deep
Only one can begin to understand
That people are the ones whos hearts
Will win
Together
Together
Take the Roll
Take the roll and strike the match
Intake the smoke
Cigarette behold
But don’t come up flat
Can we retake our future
As we have been cut down
Identity obscenity
Obstructions unknown
The roll of smoke give a release
But can only come too late
So heed the warning of the sun risen sky
I knew a man
I knew a guy
But the smoke comes out true
From the mouth of words
To find it’s way up
Into the clouds
And the birds
Folding Hour
The folding hour is upon us
The rust built up over years
Our eyes closed shut
With cement over my face
To turn away from the truth
To read the media’s take on nothing
To be presented with vanilla hell
Upon the folding hour
We are not doing well
For the news is now the fuse
Of a wet candle
Never to be lit again
And the passive nation
Lumbers on
While we all collapse into a
Depth my mind is unable to construct
As I begin to destruct
Technopoly Monopoly
The technopoly monopoly is upon me
Taking my had
Guiding me into the dark closets of life
In the back rooms
Where no one can hear me scream
As lucid as a dream
Waiting for the sight to see
Buying it all sight unseen
The robots will blister our foreheads
With repeated lines of incredulity
Spoke softly
But then acutely take us out
Shove in the closet and get out
So we are left dark and alone
Spooning out the cream of food
Left to nourish our bones
Lies to Try
Lies to try over and over
Springing out the water like a geyser
Sun beating down on the hard spelled untruths
So hard I need a visor
Don’t tell me to look left
When the move is right
Right behind each other
That is one way to block the light
But light is needed for life
Alright
But when the lies to try
Are being told by the same guy
Who makes a buck all the time
Sells out his country just fine
What lies to come in the next wave
Of life
Bringing us through
To the other side
Who Runs Through the Fields
Next to the lake
Where summer flows
Freely in the mid year
Take away the yields
Crushing the flowers
Taking away the light of day
Destruction is imminent
With the devil on the prowl
Telling us we need him and his dirt
Rather than turning us loose
We have to recompence
So live today
And smile like the love will never be
Stolen away
Take the Receipt
What if we don’t want
What we are sold
What is forced down our souls
Dreams we had growing up
Growing old
The life we had planned
The journey we hoped
When the path is blocked
From any meaningful growth
Take the receipt from the robots
That draw near
With a plan to retire us in our early years
I am not so hopeful today as I was
For these words will prove
Lonely
If they replace our love
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