March with The Light

Don’t be bewildered by words

Harmonies written in thirds

Set your sights on goals to be achieved

Look not for the setting sun

In the east

Fearful souls will not set other free

While being held in silent captivity

If there is hope in the future

Then we must learn from the past

Return not to ancestry for fear

Don’t obey the written rules

When truth must be verified and renewed

March in the light

And hope for the future

To bring about change

Just a little bit sooner

Entry Ban

A flaky transport

This is our real life

Not some novelty sport

Skip the hate

We all are short of time

Short in time

Shot of time

Fuel the infected pin

Before it’s pulled out

This untamed hatred

Fuels a special hate

With an entry ban

On the people who’s historical plans

Have made this great land

Lame Accusations

Lame accusations

All across the barren nation

Divided bittersweet segmentation

Flaky

Disturbing

The trust I feel eroding

While the claimed is exploding

Without knowing

The unending revolver of dislodged theories

A cent for hate

While the talking heads are irrate

It’s getting late in here

Sleep and take it away

 

Laminated Restaurant Menu

The holder of all notes beloved

Loving food listed in parchment

Protected

From the outer world

Spill your drink

The paper does not curl

Break or beseech

Read the menu in plastic protection

Light subtle reflection

From the menu items pulled

Open your mouth and fill

Food full

Taps and Wires

Wiretaps

Shooting in the pool

Trying to catch the cool water

Catching what is not really there

It was once but is now everywhere

Once a river

Now only a stream

We had better push harder

Than it might not be a false starter

Covered Bases and Baseless

Baseless claims

Covered in the bases

Inside the bases are threads

Tying together interwoven very strange

How can lies and truth now be called the same

Differentiation

Miley if not wholly

Insane

Playing a new game

New rules

New attempts at truth and lies

From the cold winter ground

To the opaque spring sky

I can not try to understand all the commotion

Just new words in rotation

Under God’s Great Nation

 

Religious Contradictions

Right and wrong

Worshipped and rejected

Hallowed and undetected

Pretending to play along

Contradictions in action

In practice

Malpractice

What is religion

What has it become

Just a paperweight on a stone counter

A wishful hope of love

Amongst a silent chatter of hate

How can hate be the dominant theme

It’s desgusting

This whole religious identity thing