Surge the dollar
Pure investor ebullience
Jitters provoked
Revoked
My dollar stays the same
Still 4 bucks for coffee
6 bucks for a meal
What the fuck is the fuss?
Fuss fuss fuss
I still can barely keep up
This powerful emblem means something
To someone
Just not me
Not today
Or tomorrow
Hit the high gear
It’s getting rough
Tax cuts
Sequesters
I’ve had enough
Tie up the oil
Tie up the gas
In the great denial
Begin the legal battle
Over the fossils
Destiny and preserved
Hire the best and fire the worst
Our climate denial is coming
The ultimate relinquish
Of control and influence
For a cheap king
The policies will change
The great hoax
Others will refer to
The war on green
Has begun
The future provisions
Will be written with intention
Intentionally
Irreversibly
Unsightly unseen
Mightily obscene
Gestures of language
Encourage
Discourage
Mean
I have an objection to such limits
Of language
Interpretation
My own county
Country
Nation
How did words slip from
Meaning to mere
Reference
Indifference
How can it go from direct
To indirect and casual
Trivial
Is that what we have become
Seeking the words that have already
Been sung
A light I hope will shed a new perspective
Hoping that small bits of peace injected
We can’t move forward with bluster of hate
Discriminate
We must move forward together
And together
We will stand STRONG
The wandering heart
Is a stranger in a coat
A scarecrow vintage and old
Left me many years ago
The wandering heart knows no home
Roaming the land looking for those it knows
But rather unknown
This heart I have
The wandering heart is a shed in the forest
Unattended and porous
Moss strewn floors
To young hearts it has been abetted and undone
My wandering heart grows cold
Looking for light in a dark circle of a world
Revolving on hearts pumping
Focused on a world of skepticism and critique
My heart is growing cold
“I just think he wears too much makeup…”
I responded soft and dejected. This to me was the Trojan Horse of all arguments. No one at the table expected this response from a college educated caucasian male age 30 with slightly graying hair. Immediately, it put me in an extremely shallow and “disdained” position as viewed by the others at the table. Exactly where I wanted to be. CHECK…
As the first responses quickly and fervently trickled in – “What!?” – “That is so shallow!” – “You are mean!” and “How can you say that?” CHECKMATE…
I think you know where I am headed. NOTE: for the rest of this conversation also refer to DONALD TRUMP = DON – this will add to the confusion at some point, guaranteed. I respond, “Don himself preaches that it is all about looks, right? I mean he himself has promoted this idea of looks first RIGHT!?” This perfectly misguided conversation is headed in the perfect direction. To which there are very few responses – this is after all the words and actions of the man himself which now they will be required to defend. The truth is this response is the ONLY response that your family members and friends have not prepared for this Thanksgiving. While they were spending all of their precious time preparing for the “intellectuals” so worked up over all of the REAL reasons that we oppose Don, just slip in with an argument that Don would actually make himself! This leads to what I call the “Feedback Loop” argument where the discussion must directly move in a circular manner back to the initial statement of disdain – in a direction which is very perfectly fitting and apropos. All you have to do is keep returning to this initial argument ad nauseam – without skipping a beat – until the entire table is vomiting their Thanksgiving Turkey and dressing from confusion and disorientation. “Don… Makeup… He said… Don… Makeup… He said… Don… Makeup… He said…” Drive it home and see the amazing results for yourself! Fun!
This idea that such shallow arguments, which Don himself made a cornerstone of his rise, have no such place at a table where we are trying to have a real discussion. Viola! Take the argument from here folks, you can thank me later!
Fuck it!
N8
The Dairy Chief doesn’t need any changes
Not looking for the next big development
Milking the cows somehow is just a bit irrelevant
A steward of the land with no need for innovation
No tariffs needed
Not too much frustration
It is implicit what his intentions are
Waking in the early morning hours
Tending the field and his cows
Bold yet not to be undone somehow
In the hostile words
He could give one less cow lick
Waking in the morning to babies colic ways
The dairy farmer just keeps moving on
It’s the sweet farm song
A wren of the future bird
Eyes filled with glossy cover
Singing the notes of a future uncertain
Pulling back what remains in the dark
From a pulled curtain
The lazy have come into hold us
The land upon us
Troubled for profit withholding
The truth was never unfolding
A small drip from our brows
Idealistic until now
Strap the hood on and walk out into the cold
If we never try I guess we will never know
Never coming together
Never falling apart
We all now have to do our part
It’s an unsightly cause
Disturbed pieces of sand
Down to the singular stone
My own town can be mighty unsightly
Deceit is the instrument of choosing
While the others were out boozing
On the beach singing songs of love and longing
The fire lit up like a lamp on their faces
Spiritually free to be deceived
Totally
Those nights we laughed on the beach
Holding the sand between our feet
I dream of those moments you and me
But then sets us back to our new reality
It is perfectly imperfect ideally
You and me
We have reached a heartbreaking agreement
To stop the class action
The loss has wiped the smile off our faces
I take it on the chin
Even though we didn’t win
Through thick and thin
A vengeful hopeful will not be amused
While the olive branch of hope must be refused
I need a space to be left undesirable
Untreatable
A punch to the gut
I had hoped for more than a plastic cone
Orange and alone
Amused tonally
Refused totally
A Cup of Songwriting 