The gram
The moment catcher
Significant time grabber
Holder of hopes
Dreams and
Desperate things
Cute dog commodities
Cats in cradles
Rocked like babies
Capture monster
Turning good people
Bad
Creating emotions
We never knew we had
Making young ones desperate
To outdo their friends
Or end up depressed
This capture monster
Roaming on the internet
What have we begun
And so much to regret
Clearly seen
Slightly and keen
Keeping up with the Jones
Is quite a scheme
Borrow and forward
Requires to go back
Clearly seen it’s
A backwards act
Take me in night
Into your bitter cold
Biting hold
In the eve of a light
Find me thirsting for tomorrow
Tonight
Alright
Holding the reigns of time
That tomorrow brings
Flying eyes of the night
All on hand
And ready for tomorrow’s light
Western words
Fly west like
Western birds
Up to half
From one third
Upon the sun
Lies a soul
Relaxed and combed
With history
Undone
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
What am I drawn to
Hope for the future
Caring and nurture
I challenge my own words
My own notions
Undergo forgiveness
And simplicity
I have to abstain from
Drawing entitlements
Made in vain
Ready for change
In time
Corrections
Rearrangements
Replacements
Preparing the table
Setting it up
Sturdy and stable
We will move ahead
Into the blowing winds
Ticking clocks in the restaurant
Subtle feelings exposed
In the wee hours
Of the night and morning
The ticking clock
Stays on time
As the time flies by
Goodbye tonight
Goodbye sweet place
Sweet trace of all that is good
Is in that old restaurant
I miss the city
The life
As I once knew
The flow of a city day
Pushing of the crowds
Always focused ahead
Never time to look back
The city life
Steel trains clang
On the railways
Of the G train
City life can be heard
Before anything is felt
The capitol strain
Came
On an unexpected
Wednesday
Don’t reap what you can’t
Sow
Sage advice says
How the world looks
Different
When the joker has
No more jokes
When the laughs go old
The capitol strain
Has its hold
