A mind scattered
Pulled apart and tattered
Will make not one noise when shattered
Yet others will wonder and chatter
With him there is something wrong
Something must be the matter
But no words will be used to flatter
My uneasy life matters
The painstaking rearranging of change
Unfolds like a cold flow of blood
To the brain
The tightness urges a little saying
Bursting out from my grasped lips
I can not think of tomorrows end
Or uncertainty certain bend
I just focus on the moment in front
Not two behind
What lies ahead is what I will find
The constant ebb and flow of the tide
Makes me feel uneasy sometimes
So it is in change that I find solace
Even though the certain I will miss
Upon the altering sunsets
I will rest my eyes
Upon a new state line
A think for a time
How constant flow around me
Can help me see the true bounty
Of life
How many words can fit in this line
So many life experiences
In so little time
Underlined by growth
Participation
In the whole world
As a congregation
To sum up the last weeks adventures
I would have to surrender some details
Only focus on what come initially
Practically rather than brilliantly
I have flown over the ocean
Swam in the French Rivera
Been pummeled by rain
Been in a plane scared
Taken a train
Halfway across Europe
Eaten dinner out of small tin cups
Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea
Seen things
I probably shouldn’t have seen
Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains
While lovers kissed
Made friends
In true simpleness
Had conversations well past the finish line
Share a romance well past my time
All of these images
Are hard to fit in the lines
But I try
As the world changes my eyes
All things constant under the wool sky
Hard to imagine
That my body is not the same
As five years ago
There is no blue print plan
Mentality expands
Trading wisdom for youth
I don’t recognize the latter
In a picture
Or anything for the matter
Music a new pathway sends
Seeing sunsets through revitalized lens
How is it that I can be the same
Not feeling anything the same
Physically all new
Just the name
Is the one part that stays the same
Yet my mind continues on a linear path
For it is a wonderful question to ask
How we can rebirth ourselves
Yet maintain the constant roots
Even when I awake before the dew
It is still me
It is still you
Plug me in
Thoughts outside the program
Are the ultimate sin
Emotions are fouls
As older feels
Under the jowls
We are now bread to be emotionless
Plug in technology
Meaningless
How is it
That the one trait
That secures our own humanistic state
Is now to be sought out
Shot down
Not welcomed
Frowned
The highest sense of awareness
Is trumped by sedentariness
Now generations are called to the lowest
Common denominator
I hold my emotions with pride
It is what makes humanity real on the inside
Robotic eclectic humanistic
Is not for me
Realistic
So I will stay unplugged
In the most literal sense
Connected human sense
Until I am not allowed
Where do lost dreams go
From the heads of dreamers
To the world outflow
Do dreams dry up and fall away
Do dreams pack up on a rainy day
Is there a collection of dreams
On the other side of time
Or gently recycled
What was once yours
Is now mine
Do dreams rest well below the sand
Never to be unearthed or seen again
Fall like autumn leaves on a cold day
Raked together and thrown away
Or do they linger around
Like the smell of smoke in an old town car
Can you see them trying to survive
Like summer grass planted late in July
Do they hold any hope of reimurging
Like dreams floating up and resurging
Or do dreams walk away quietly
Not disrupting the feelings inside me
Or do they burn out bright and wildly
Dreams exist
Dreams must not die
It gives me hope
To run fast or fly
Some are real
Some uncertain
Take the time
Pull back the curtain
In each of us I am certain
Behind humanities weary seam
We will find
Each one of us has a dream
I see the headlines
Death and violence
Run rampantly
The morning
I crack my eyes open
As the world bombards me
All this violence
Is all my eyes see
Violence for fame
Violence as a game
Violence on Social Media
Violence is what the media is feeding you
Or have we become more barbariac
In the way we live
Willing to do whatever it takes
Taking other lives
Even though it is not ours to give
Guns
So many guns
We fear each other now
More than the burning flame in the sky
The sun
Daughters and sons
We are all one of the above
We can not fate hate with hate
Rather with love
A case of distracting news
One that one can not simply refuse
The future of art
Is held in the arms of one minds repose
Unknowingly unknown
Somehow the highest calling
Is called from a distant awning
The creation of art
To focus on filters
Rather than a focus in part
Somehow the filters of heard and unheard
Call out some higher prestige fallen
On a certain selection of words
The construction of words
All hail to the critics
It’s all pretty sick
A devastating form of salutation
Pounding into my mind
I hold back the gates
Unfiltered
Untamed
I learned from my mistakes
The best form of creation
Happens in pure refinement
In an attempt to fasten the muscles
To make a call to creation
A new creation in the making
The pale pastels of the lake
Freshened breath with no mistake
On the horizon a rusted thorn
On the Northwest tip is worn
My home state moves
No chance to hesitate
Offering big tax breaks
For the industrial rake
Tearing up the land
I have yet to ever understand
How we can destroy such beauty
Beauty of our land
The water and the sand
Taken for granted our homeland
I will look out to the lake and wonder
If there is a beauty of fresh water
Upon this earth so mild
It is both mother and child
We must honor the world so
Unless mistakenly
We let it go
Cecil the Lion was slain
By nothing more than a human stain
Utmost disrespect paid
In each US dollar
Held all the locals
By the fabric of their collar
To get his intended target
He came prepared with padded pocket
I could barely stand to hear it
While he enjoyed to watch it
It is an unfortunate play
A game of intended consequence
Now we have one more reckless action
To answer for
It makes the honor of being American
Feel more destined to sicken me
Than free me
We now wear another badge of recklessness
Story of money paid for another nations trophy
Coldly executed
Lured out and destroyed
This making a living plucking plaque
Pleases himself with the attack
Of a icon
A symbol
Go ahead and cash it in your criminal
Let the fluorescent lights of your office
Offer a scathing reminder
That no bleach can undue
Hang your trophy on the shelf
But please never forgive yourself
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