Carry the Fields

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



Beating the iron

With wheels clad

On a Friday

In the Hoosier State


Light Clothes

Light clothes

In the wintertime


Up world

Summer flipped in winter

All others


When we wed the new future

We ask no questions

We go with good intentions

Yet we leave with none

Bold Earthwax

Petroleum counterpart

Released at the

Point of contact


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

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

Jealous Eggnog

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



Holiday treats filled with love

Not jealous emotions

This notion

I hold dear

Purpose Ton

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

Ready for change

In time




Preparing the table

Setting it up

Sturdy and stable

We will move ahead

Into the blowing winds

Current Landscape

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

Number thesis


Of those who procrastinate

Or the spent life infatuated

With liesĀ 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




Shifty Gift

Shifty gifts

Suggestions in obscurity

Little pushes

In its subtlety

We hope for love and get

Love in return

But not all love is simple

Some coded gifts

Are suggestions

Polite and rude

Acute and obtuse

See that we give truth

In the holiday

Nothing is better than this

Not even a

Shifty gift