The trees save us
Deliver us from our
Own perils
As we fall prey to
The toxins
We emit everyday
A tree
Can save us
As it has before
Growing from the ground floor
Taking us under its shade
Please save us trees today
Tree Save Us
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Monthly Archives: December 2018
A Rotten Destiny
A rotten destiny
Filled with blasphemy
Blaming infamy
Of tyranny
On the everyday man
And woman
Even
And odd
But when people die
Not even the truth can imply
That responsibility is ours
Behind these bars
I scream
Bravery and Shutdown
Bravery and shutdown
The juxtaposition
Of nature’s
Vs
Nurture
How our composure
Is tested
For our future
Are we brave
As we brace
For the changes
Of a slowing race
You tell me
The Tampered House
The tampered house
Reveals a new question
Who really won the
Election
If we can’t count votes
Or tally numbers
What the hope for the wonder
Of the country
That stumbles to freely elect
Officials
With there golden whistles
Or do we care what the jokester
Riddles
All the results
Seems less than official
Extension Company
The extension company
Goes beyond the modern fellow
To the gallows
Where the need for
Extra time
Holding on to the keys
Of the future
I bet my part
From the start
Holding on to the hopes
Of the heart
Abundant Contradiction
The abundant contradiction
Flows unknowingly
Flowingly
From the words of misguided souls
In words we see
The eternity
Of fluid
Lies
From the lips of
Cold settled
Hearts
Contradictions abound
While the wind that moves
Through our lips
Make the sound
Favor Folk Music
Favor folk music
Stories and lines
Mixed up intertwined
Amongst the Nasville Skyline
To the Manhattan Subway
The flavor to favor
The music in the air
Folk music stories
Take me there
Empire Spirit
Empire spirit
In the New York City skyline
All the way down 10th
And the wooded skyline
A spirit that resides
In my heart
Well past the moments
When from the city
Which I depart
Holding up my head
Teaching me where my feet go
And what direction I am led
For one only leaves the city
To achieve a higher calling
For the empire spirit goes past
When memories don’t last
Sympathetic Facade
A sympathetic facade
For the problems I don’t understand
In worlds unlike my own
My experiences limited
To the places I’ve gone
My external demeanor
With attention acute
As with a scientific procedure
I procure emotions
Detect shared moments
And respond in kind
With no tired hounds
Under my eyes
With time
The faces seem strange
Yet odd
With a distant and cold
Sympathetic facade
The Linear Bus
Is there space on the bus
Moving in one straight line
In space and time
All along
While the bell rings
From the yellow line
All the way down the roads
As the old chains creek and pull
The linear bus and its passengers
Freewheeling
At last
A Cup of Songwriting 