At first sight
There was hope
But then blood was drawn
With one poke
Of the eye
With the social feed
Roaring with fire
And stoked wherever you go
There was morning blood
Drawn
Even if you didn’t
Know
Morning Blood
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Category Archives: Music
To Whom it May Concern
At the time of this writitn
There are clouds
Up in the mountaisn
Rain in the air
To whole this may concern
To whom they may care
So I approach
A late spring morning
With a renewed sense of direction
Upon the mountians
My eyes lay
In connection
Up Sale
Work it up
All night long
Make the late night goers
Hope in the up sale
Goes all the way up
In Plain Sight
Over the hedge
In plain view
What was stolen
Was witnessed by me
And you
No doubt cast
Over the shadow
Of memory
What happened in that
Moment in history
Will live forever
In infamy
Hotel Chains
Hotel chains
Where we go to sleep
Chain the hotels
When we go easy
Or we go late
Hotel chains
Are trying to make changes
With plastics and disposables
I know though
That the hotel chains are changing
The Dramatic Approval
Approval points
Heard from the televisions
Buzzing in the background
Requires
A lot of attention
Held up by politicians hopes
Of ascension
Not just one dimension
So a frantic dramatic approval
Is given
When all we need
Is for others to ask
To be forgiven
Capture Monster
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
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
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
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
