Sick bananas
In a bunch
Better late
Or not for lunch
In a bag expedition expedited
Turning brown right in front of us
Pulled from the tree
Nutrition depleted
Sick bananas
Can not be eaten
Sick Bananas
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Monthly Archives: March 2017
Taps and Wires
Wiretaps
Shooting in the pool
Trying to catch the cool water
Catching what is not really there
It was once but is now everywhere
Once a river
Now only a stream
We had better push harder
Than it might not be a false starter
Covered Bases and Baseless
Baseless claims
Covered in the bases
Inside the bases are threads
Tying together interwoven very strange
How can lies and truth now be called the same
Differentiation
Miley if not wholly
Insane
Playing a new game
New rules
New attempts at truth and lies
From the cold winter ground
To the opaque spring sky
I can not try to understand all the commotion
Just new words in rotation
Under God’s Great Nation
Religious Contradictions
Right and wrong
Worshipped and rejected
Hallowed and undetected
Pretending to play along
Contradictions in action
In practice
Malpractice
What is religion
What has it become
Just a paperweight on a stone counter
A wishful hope of love
Amongst a silent chatter of hate
How can hate be the dominant theme
It’s desgusting
This whole religious identity thing
Step Aside
The wistful ride
Step to the right
Step aside
Make way for the true brain
The havoc wrecking train
Out of the spotlight
And into the depths of darkness
Darkening setting
Unsettling
The lies move on
Recuse
Recuse is in the news
Withdraw all efforts
Corruption is now the norm
Normal abnormal
Still disturbing
Russian hackers
Making names for old politicians
No clarity from the top
No direct vision
All the while corners are being
“Turned”
New tones are being drawn
All the while I lay back and yawn
Is this over yet
Are we back in campaign season
Or are we waiting to go back in session
How Long Can it Go Wrong
Is there a limit to wrong
At some point is it all gone
The ability to screw things up
Over and over again and again
Writer repeat send
How many letters do we need to not have
To read anymore
How long can it all go wrong
A day
A year
Eternity
Affirm me
Please that is not a possibility
Impossible
But possibly
I guess it could go on eternally
I will wait
And see
Taken Away
What is taken away
Raked away with hope
Diamond true
My eyes lay on you
Hope in your wind blown heart
Each and every part of us
Has been taken away with little seeds
Of anxiety
Highly anticipated
The news will arise from the dark
Our live will rise
From the bellows
From the bellows
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