Repetitive in nature
Willing to change
But afraid
Of what is
This mind of mine
Playing games all the time
Hoping to paint new ideas
In due time
In due time
In Due Time
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Monthly Archives: May 2017
Peaches
Sweet peaches
Let’s give everyone peaches
Delicious in pies
All around
For the good
And the bad guys
Peaches
Bring them in bunches
By the pound
Peaches for everyone around
Eat them
Remain
Work to the wire
Up late night transition
Up early again to run
To try and stay on top of
The words that I attempt
I plunge into life
Creating and hoping for creativity
By my side
All through the night i lay and wonder
What the next day brings
But only in the silence
I realize
That i can not predict
Hope
Or regret
I must just remain
Remain
Change
And don’t stay the same
One Man Ego
Oh no
Secrets disclosed
How many
Who knows
The top of the hill will call for immunity
While the rest of humanity
Asks for simple decency
Don’t sell out the American Soul
To the cheap hand met
Along the road
Hidden discoveries
Hidden words
Hidden curtains
Blighting even the birds
On rampant edges
A man
With distorted thirsts
All hope lies
Awaiting another arrogant move
Here we go
Down the slippery slope of
One mans ego
Breaking News
Breaking news
This late at night
How the hell
Is this alright
Selling out
At minimal prices
Underlying lies
Holding
Keys
Sided
How can one man have such rampant
Dissenting
Infection
What is happening
Where did it all go wrong
The Crawl
The crawl
Not laced with the sophisticated beauty
One would expect
Rather the slow
Climb
One note at a time
Hoping to make an effect
In effect
The growth
Slow to come and go
Hold our breathe
Let go
Chaos Gaps
Make the story
Clean and clear
What is anymore
Stories full of hyperbole
Brimming with creative outlet
Filling in the gaps
With chaos
Cascading to Our Graves
For every step of progress
I feel I regress
For every advance
I retreat
There is no perfect balance
That I can keep
No way to create perfection
Keep the lies from a second
Resurrection
Days where weights feel constrained
On my neck
My throat
I go to yell and all I have is a moan
I go to scream
Nothing more than a thin veiled beam
I don’t believe in conspiracy theory
But here we are
Saluting the one percenters
While we are sent cascading into our own graves
Way down
Where the banks collect our clothes
Where the dollar man knows our home
There is no protection
When the problems of insufficient funds
Makes it’s final connection
How did we get to a place of such
Deadly extremes
Some blow up Bentley’s
While other can’t keep up
It seems
Today I fear my future
For more progress means more indebtedness
How can I pull through
When it all seems too much
I get a rush of blood
To my head
I must start again
Create my own hope and go forward
Look to the sky
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Hope will come
Success will come
It has to come
Or we are all to be undone
How Words
How did this come to be
Relish the memory
Revelry
Indifferently
We pass through the New York Times
As writers beg for our time
Full blown controversies
Buried in the depths
Cover ups
Sentencing our own deaths
How be
How be
Did it come to this
Pay Up
Vulnerable dues
Unlikely news
Pay it to the man in the coat
In the long black trenchcoat
The snake oils salesman
The PhD pay him your money
Let go freely
Trying to get caught up
Is just digging further in the rut
While your at it
Take 2 punches to the gut
Guttural reactions to prescription drug contango
Have to keep the doctors fat and happy
So just hand over the checkbook
And don’t get sick
A Cup of Songwriting 