Plant Bite

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

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

 

Future Up

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

Fresh Hands and Time

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 Coast

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 Amused Few

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

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

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

Theory Set

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

Draw the Lines

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