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

Bravery and Shutdown

Bravery and shutdown

The juxtaposition

Of nature’s

Vs

Nurture

How our composure

Is tested

For our future

Are we brave

As we brace

For the changes

Of a slowing race

You tell me

Abundant Contradiction

The abundant contradiction

Flows unknowingly

Flowingly

From the words of misguided souls

In words we see

The eternity

Of fluid

Lies

From the lips of

Cold settled

Hearts

Contradictions abound

While the wind that moves

Through our lips

Make the sound

Favor Folk Music

Favor folk music

Stories and lines

Mixed up intertwined

Amongst the Nasville Skyline

To the Manhattan Subway

The flavor to favor

The music in the air

Folk music stories

Take me there

Sympathetic Facade

A sympathetic facade

For the problems I don’t understand

In worlds unlike my own

My experiences limited

To the places I’ve gone

My external demeanor

With attention acute

As with a scientific procedure

I procure emotions

Detect shared moments

And respond in kind

With no tired hounds

Under my eyes

With time

The faces seem strange

Yet odd

With a distant and cold

Sympathetic facade

The Linear Bus

Is there space on the bus

Moving in one straight line

In space and time

All along

While the bell rings

From the yellow line

All the way down the roads

As the old chains creek and pull

The linear bus and its passengers

Freewheeling

At last

Notorious Jurisdiction

Notorious jurisdiction

Makes it heard

A new infliction

Point and moment

Sight unseen

This is what the new world means

The Stall Exhibition

Stall exhibition

No prohibition

Problems made

With no resolve

We have to grow

And evolve

Stalling out

Over the holidays

For the world can say

What a great nothing

What a moment to cease

All of that just to

Keep the peace

Red Lights

Red lights at stops

At this stop in the year

The south shore train

Draws near

Blinking in red and white

Double wide loads

As the snow blows

Between the signs

Calling a slowdown

A new year bustles with possibilities

Here

Build Wane

Build wane

Up in the clouds

Near where the rain

Turns to snow

In the waning hours

Of letting go

Up in the lit stars

Among the wires

It looks the same

As when the build falls flat

And the feelings wane