what is left
when the form
has killed the function
creativity gone
in it’s distant form
rusted burned and abandoned
when the snow falls
on burning embers
when form kills function
what are we left with
but a hollow
reminder
of what we were
The thrill of the kiss
Letting go of the forgetful
And we will connect and go
Holding up
Of with a no
Let on the lights and prepared the sound
It’s time to take the stage
Go
Into the depths of sound
When you create
Without boundaries
This is how it begins
With original sin
Starting late and moving slow
Relax and let go
Grieve in the moments silent
Fearless in pursuit
Of new signs of life
Grieving gives way
In time to hope
I hope
Pursue a future
Feeling new
From fearless grieving
The ancient selfish
Has no home
No front yard
Or place to roam
Little are the places left
Where the selfish wander
Unfettered
Undisturbed
More questions than answers
For sure
A dusty match against reality
The selfish reign in uncertainty
Hurried they go limping off
As the ancient selfish
Have no places left
The ill-fated hum
Of a 4×4 truck
Settles in the distance
The United decisive blow
Given while the engine runs
Idle
To assume the worst
It’s in the title
The educated branch leans low
On day laced with regret
And pounding snow
Excellent chubby
Keep on keeping on
Keep rubbing your hands
Through the fields of misunderstanding
Chalk your lines
While your eyes hover over the graves
Of the ones lost
Along the way
Those days
That just don’t come together
In now way shape
Or form
No matter how I try
The hard moments
Just won’t iron out
So let it go
Flow from top to bottom
Under the bright lights
It will be alright
The morning loose
Has a new way of threading
Needless to say
Needles of the day
A morning loose has nothing
More to say
Take it all in
The sense of free
One man free
Doesn’t have to be
Yours
In hours and moments
We define freedom
Consume freedom and spread
The letters tied
Down
In my head
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