Swing Away

Swing away for the sky

Hit it hard

Hit it high

Along the path

Of a lonely road

Held up with a distant

Drone

Swing away in these times

Swing away with your final

Dime

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Untitled Treasure

Untitled treasure

In a chemical wasteland

Can I even understand

A land

That goes well beyond

My own years

My own tears

Made up

Makeup

Destroyed

Untitled treasure

No way to measure

With a single hand

 

Determined Experience

I know a determined experience

I have lived it

In my own right

What I know

What I have done

Focus helps keep

A narrow drive

To harness energy

For one’s side

A determined experience in this life

Just working hard

And hoping to do it right

Undesirable‚Äč and Aberrant

Undesirable

Is understandably

Underwhelming

Unlikely to find others

Wanting of such numbers

Aberrant arranged

Veered off and strange

Undesirable and Aberrant

Is where we are today

I am not sure

Nor am I aware

We are off our course

Where we head now

I am scared

Ceaseless Stomach

I seem to have a ceaseless stomach

Tonight

Crazing

Craving

For anything

Tonight

Settle down

Go to bed

Lay awake instead

Stomach growling

For something new

But rest

No need for butters

Or seeds

Fly away rather

Into a dream

A Wooden Blade

Can a wooden blade

Chop down a tree

Struggle with it’s own

Humanity

Can what is made

Be used to destroy

Even though it is not made

Of stronger alloy

A wooden blade

Can carve out a forest

But only if the blade is not too porous

What we can learn from a wooden blade

What forest could we have saved?

Between the Walls

If you are quiet

And listen

On the eve of morning

You hear stories

From between the walls

You hear what you might

Not want to know

You hear everything

As a quite morning goes

I don’t listen to close

For some stories

I wish not to be told

But the morning

In between the walls

That where some stories

Go

Position Error

Position error in calculation

Sun looking face upon salutation

Human inefficiencies can’t explain

How error falls fast as rain

In times of love

In times of passion

Worldviews

Come ever crashing

When position errors are orchestrated

Profit’s ever overstated

But when the money has been faded

We will know what we have done

And what could have waited