Seed the truth
With loads of premium ice
Low and cold
Freezing
Sing out in imperfect harmony
Rung out from a towering bell
A momentous part of me
Drinking a cup of hot coffee
Seed the what is true
Pull what is not
Pull the Weeds
Reply
Pivot for the Brand New
Pivot for the brand new
What can be the difference
Between a guitar and a grape
One of consumption
One of art
These grapes of old times
Quaint yet stupid
These grapes fall on an early morning
Yet guitars play late into the night
One withers while the other sustains
While I long for the life of a guitar
I wonder of the sweetness of grapes
Hands and Mind Pace
If these fingers could type
A million words a minute
Would my mod outpace the pace
Of my hands
Or my hands outpace the mind
In full times the mind grows
In fruitless times the mind wanders
So I am spending hours wondering
At what rate will my hands outpace my mind
Along Golden Streets
The main story
So it goes
Not many have heard
And few people know
But there is a man
Who came to power
Along golden streets
And ivory towers
The people were idle
Hands at the wheel
He was the one who claimed
The ultimate American deal
But before we can clear our eyes
The big promises become big lies
Big lies
From the “broad shoulder guy”
Rather a man who comes from golden gates
The ivory tower
His way of deception
Has no greasy grasp of true power
Life’s Vacuum
Life does not occur in a vacuum
We deliberate
We discuss
Evaluate
Concentrate
On what we can fix
What we can not
Holding hope
While tying the knot
We know not the direction the wind blows
But hold on to hope
Try to let it grow
In a real world
That we all know
Diplomat Wheels
Run and duck
We may be stuck
Diplomatic wheels turning
Engine burning
We run low on gas
Late on details
It seems if the cart shakes
More
We will be off the rails
So we shimmy on
On and on
We
Plug along
Rain in LA
A rainy night in LA
Water sliding down the window pane
The cars echoes like coins in a chamber
Airplanes fill the sky
On a late night in downtown LA
Towers Amidst Rotten Fields
The seeds of truth
Lie amongst the fields of lies
Not that we can not discover
But we must earnestly try
While a towering bell lingers
Subtle in the distance
Keeping time on us watching for
Ever instance
In sweet imperfect harmony
With the world that toils around
What we have lost
We have yet to be found
But in time truth will grow
To tower well above the rotten fields
To bring life again to the weaklings
My hope lies in such trees that grow
Along the roads we travel
The roads we have forged
Trees will rise up
Giving us protection from the lies
Whole Intentions
Whole intentions
Viewer retention
I have lost my connection
To popular direction
So I sit with pen in hand
Coffee at side
Seems this detour was more than
A simple joy ride
Roses and palm trees
Laced with every temptation
How could we resist
A simple will of gratification
Stand and sit
Sleep and rest
So it again
Resilience is our test
Intrusion of Delusion
The intrusion of delusion
Sets itself apart
By itself
Is quite a confusion
Look over here while I adjust this light
Walk a little more to the right
While I grab this pen
Magical intent
Disturbing ends
These games know no boundaries
Have gained such evil intent
An interpretation of truth
Easily becomes the golden standard
Not quite sure where our judgment lies
So we must see with our own eyes
Judge with our own minds
The age of spoon fed politics
Is a bygone time
