Entitled title

Is earned through

Commitment

To greed

And dishonestly

Dishonesty

Entitled title of my next poem

Should be

And is

For some in the main of streams

Believe entitled live

Are lived

A blue tune

On the radio

I would not rather hear

As it simmers

In the distant background

Stirring up my head

And heart

This blue tune

Of me and you

Written too slow

To listen to

Tied to

My side

A tell tale

Ride

What learning can help me

Overcome

But what is learned

Must sometimes

Be undone

If we reach the truth

We teach the truth

If we fall short

We fill ears with wars of untruth

Can be me

Can’t be you

So strive for truth

Newness

Is it new

In the now

What has been done

What I learned from

Starting anew

Today it is due

To push farther

Run faster

For the now is due

In the face of time

I quiver

I walk

Away

Today

I

Face time

While

Heartedly

Aware

Of the passing of a figure

Unaware

Of time and place

Like my own mind

Unaware

The old wicker chair

Rests on the deck

Paint busted and worn

Summer town

Heat torn

The old wicker chair

Has remained a constant

In a changing world

All around us

The wicker chair remains the same

Face the fax machine

A worker from the past

Labeled into confusion

Now unused

Abusing

The old teller of tales

Gone away

And a deep water whale

Retreats into the ocean

Face the fax

And the fact is

We have moved on

Double check the story

The source

The files

Check the validity of the words

Used

And left out

Cross check the point

And the figures

Reference the names

And issues

The desires of the few

Reflect not of the masses

Rather of a few

Confused

Amused

Few

How can I be heard

Should I be heard

Are questions we must ask

Each other

Before we attempt to speak

What can we do in this world

How can we both speak

And listen

So to be heard and to hear

Who drew the lines

In the dirt and in the sand

Who drew the lines

And divided up the land

Who wrote the words

That turned us in

We followed so blindly

Waiting with a grin

Nothing comes from nothing

Hans draw the letters to create the words

To create the lines

Let’s examine the lines

For we can see the truth

if we just give it time