Plant bite of green envy
Down in the weeds
Feeling heavy
A syringe of venom
Tapped in summer heat
While the plant bite waits
To attack your feet
Plant bite of green envy
Down in the weeds
Feeling heavy
A syringe of venom
Tapped in summer heat
While the plant bite waits
To attack your feet
Innocent at best
Held up to the highest test
Fall down in easy moments
Fall away from what
You are holding
A crime of harmonious actions
Held on
While acting
Innocent at best
Guilty for sure
Holding on to time
Want to make you mine
In a summer of signs
We sing together
To see together
Were we can be together
Write a poem
Paint a tree
The future is up
To you and me
How do we know what we have
When we have it everyday
Then
Something gives
A loved one loses the ability to walk
We have pain in a new place
Then
It seems that we are able to understand
What we have
In living we are given
And taken away
We are free to come and go
Life changes in one quick moment
And we realize that we had
What we had wanted
So today I appreciate today
And tomorrow appreciate tomorrow
So on
One day at a time
Down on the forgotton coast
People are getting ready
For change
The man is coming to town
Giving new life
To dead industry
To pollute and do the same
Kind of business
Always done
Destroy
Mother nature
And move on
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
Write right rite
Tonight I feel alright
Above average
Fading fast
Tuesday’s turned
Wednesday worn
Eye’s ease
Night need
Write right rite
Rite
s
Wait until morning
Bite your tongue
Wait until morning
When the brain is young
For tough decisions
Implied paths
Wait until morning
Until the night has passed
One set of theories
Pulls from the others
Stories handed down
Truth wondered
How can a theory set
Be constructed from
Lies
How can a set of truths
Be interwoven with lies
Keep your eyes to the sun
And your feet on the ground
So if you need to run
You will always know how
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