Beyond the Nose

Beyond the nose

Of the dogs of democracy

Voluntary crazy

We have come to be

No sight

Or sound

Could bring us back together

Now

Where the differences divide

Has dug in quite far

Full of liquid melted tar

Beyond the nose

Will be more problems

Where our senses

Can’t go

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A Rotten Destiny

A rotten destiny

Filled with blasphemy

Blaming infamy

Of tyranny

On the everyday man

And woman

Even

And odd

But when people die

Not even the truth can imply

That responsibility is ours

Behind these bars

I scream

Straight Ahead He Said

Straight ahead

With no deviation

One handed guide

Swiftly through the nation

Embalmed with lies

Far and wide

You could see the twinkle

Lost in his eyes

Straight ahead he said

With no remotes

Stay consistent

Stay in course

Mean a Thing

The old fears

Dried up tears

Move up

Move out

All the changes happen

In specific time

And moments

We remove ourselves

To see the grand scheme

By it doesn’t mean a thing

When your heart is torn

What the Subconscious​ Knows

One more time

Second try

Perfect rhyme

Hold on to perfection

Or just let your instincts

Be your best regression

Hold on

Or

Let go

Time to flow

And see what the subconscious knows

The Showers

Clean me oh great shower

Prepare me for another day

Refresh my senses in steam

And warmth

Relax my mind

Open my heart

Showers in the morning

Always seems to be

The best start

What I Know

What I know

I know I don’t know

Much

All I have learned

So far to go and learn

So much to hear and live

Impossible to know

What you don’t know

But the goal

Is to just grow

A Time of Worry and Sorrow

A time of worry

And sorrow

What can be changed

That can’t be undone

What is being rearranged

Feels like

Looking directly at the sun

Hold breathe

And hold hands

We have a responsibility for this

Land

Winds

Take me on a great journey

Over the great lakes

Beyond the skyline of Chicago

Over the fields

Down the streets

Whip me over the middle of this land

Down to Indianapolis

Over to South Bend

With the wind I go

On a night

Of gale force depositions

Late in the evening