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48 hours in tow
Here we go
Another long haul
From the nights of deserts moons
To the Gypsies of Boulder
We will roll on down the highway
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Perform
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Monthly Archives: February 2017
Evacuation Deadline
Here it comes
A blazing infamous glory
From the tops of Washington
A news story
The pipeline will continue
My heart hangs on a line
People held in embrace
The dust settles for a difficult time
The hope was for some change of hands
The force of power
On sacred lands
But for now people head home
The risk of arrest to great to run
From that single act a stable life
Can be undone
I will research I will hope to understand more
The fields of dirt washed with northern snow
Where will the lonely hearts go
My heart goes out to the lovers
But the old train is going to roll along
Right after the last standing protester is gone
Gone
Tough Apparel
Tough apparel
Thin words
It’s all mixed up
But it’s all good
Tearing at the seems
But still holding on to the hood
Explorations of words
Heard from the sound
Of tearing clothes
Out of Sync with The Human Race
What’s the news
News new about the blues
All around the doom and gloom
I guess it was coming
Whether it be now
Or sometime soon
I hope there is a better narrative offered
How can any feelings be not fraught with anxiety
Highly toxic situations playing out on TV
Grieving hard to find solutions
Not all caught in one place
Somehow I am out of place
Out of sync with the human race
The Impartial Egg
Dark snow on a light morning
Somehow these days develop
With no warning
Rain falls
Snow to follow
Swallowed up in the lack of light
Untidier and unclean
Steering down the road
Coffee awakes the soul
Somehow I know that more is to come
More uncertainty
More long nights
And warm mornings
Crack the egg
Make the meal
The seal of a simple morning
As the lights come on
Rhetorical Noise
It all comes down to the wire
Unwired and unplugged
Unscrewed undone
Why are we all caught up in the glue
Of the everyday
Power is power
Love is love
What comes above
Is respect and dignity
Unbeknownst to me
How to relearn
Love and noise
Are separated at the inception
I hope we all separate the truth
From deception
I Didn’t Pay for This
Stars in the news
Youtube megamillions
Billions of views
PewDiePie
Honestly, what the hell
Is going on
Where did we get it all wrong
From one not to the next
This is a most horrendous song
You get what you pay for
But I didn’t pay for this
Bombshells like his
Goodness
Consider My Age
What will become of the hundreds
Thousands
That end up giving up everything
Come up just a bit short
Short of the goal
Slightly off the objective
What happens when those souls
Examine minimum wage
And reconsider everything
Starting with their age
These revelations come on off days
When I am at the store
Realize somehow everything moves along
Push the grocery shopping cart
Keep shopping
Shake it off
Hourglass; Tell Me
Hourglass tell me what time will bring
What joys my heart will sing
What pain will be laid on my heart
How I will be broken
And how I will put it all back apart
Will I be rich
Will I be poor
Will I have to ask for help a little more
Hourglass read me my hours
As I fall asleep
Tell me what will be lost
And what I can keep
What is whole
To me known and unknown
Hourglass fasten my eyes on the future
Hourglass bring me hope a little sooner
LA On A Saturday Night
Pull down the street with lights not the cars
Cops interviewing a man on a bike
“Is it safe to pass”
I ask
“Not quite sure what all happened here,
A shooting I guess”
Was his response
My stomach turned a bit
“We are staying up the street,
Will we be alright?”
“You should be fine”
This is LA on a Saturday night
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