Oh what questionable distractions
Attractive as first glance
Quaint and uneasy
Under examined
The sun
The sky
The moon lit nights
Palm trees
Oh the goodness of distraction
The fruitfulness of sanity
Returned from a distant place
Now and again
My distracted zen
Here comes the surge
The mass deportations
Unappropriated funds
Irresponsible ones
Lead the charge
Lines seen dominating the headlines
How can we not at least take a chance
To try and dissect or understand
What is happening now so routinely
Across this land
There are battles being fought daily
In every moment yet our eyes and hearts can turn
Bland
This one orange toned man
Has no sense of humility or true plan
No one can understand this blight
We now deal with it everywhere in sight
I just open the papers and pour out the news
This is our land
And our land to lose
Seed the truth
With loads of premium ice
Low and cold
Freezing
Sing out in imperfect harmony
Rung out from a towering bell
A momentous part of me
Drinking a cup of hot coffee
Seed the what is true
Pull what is not
If these fingers could type
A million words a minute
Would my mod outpace the pace
Of my hands
Or my hands outpace the mind
In full times the mind grows
In fruitless times the mind wanders
So I am spending hours wondering
At what rate will my hands outpace my mind
A rainy night in LA
Water sliding down the window pane
The cars echoes like coins in a chamber
Airplanes fill the sky
On a late night in downtown LA
Whole intentions
Viewer retention
I have lost my connection
To popular direction
So I sit with pen in hand
Coffee at side
Seems this detour was more than
A simple joy ride
Roses and palm trees
Laced with every temptation
How could we resist
A simple will of gratification
Stand and sit
Sleep and rest
So it again
Resilience is our test
Coffee in Venice
On the streets of LA
Caffeine buzz on the way
Open skies from open industrial canyons
Wall brushed with soft crayons
A mix of intellectual and visual
Harmonies
In lines of different tones and colors
Every world represented here
Music bass traps through the hall
While baristas subtlety call
The next customer
Transaction
To your complete
Satisfaction
A brawny evening
Bold with winter folds
Cold
Unnerved
Holidays season is upon us
Yet this year there lacks a certain
Gusto
Who knows
Maybe it’s me
Maybe it’s the weather
Whether or not it is me
Or the other
The season of change is upon us it seems
Ready to brake at the seems
What it all seems is
Off
Just another brawny winter night
Keep the car running
The faucet draining
Keep on keeping on with
What I have been wasting
In moments of reflection
Why do I put up these guards of
Protection
When I am the problem
And the solution
All in one small mind
Or large conclusion
The whimsical x-ray of our society
Has revealed a great deity
Venomous and toxic
Leaving the trace of a blown rocket
We used this messed up world
To project our problems into one being
Manifested into our new destiny
Smiling he rode in on white horses
The whole world overthrew me
But I will find steady ground
I will polish my smiling face
I will bandage my wounds and move on
This is the primary focus of the race
It’s not how we celebrate
But how when we see the face
From behind the facade
How we pick ourselves up from the dirty ground
Maybe it was our fault in the first
There is no faith to be put in humanity
We return certainly
To realize it was my own hope that let me down
Battered and on the ground
I pick myself up
And begin the hope anew
Just in something new
