Dreams go
Well before we go
They set a standard
A vision
Dreams light up the dark
And reset our hopes
We wait and anticipate
Actions
As dreams go
Before us
With us
Through us
Let the dreamers dream
Before it is seen
It will be felt and seen
In a dream
So let go
And begin to dream
Don’t be bewildered by words
Harmonies written in thirds
Set your sights on goals to be achieved
Look not for the setting sun
In the east
Fearful souls will not set other free
While being held in silent captivity
If there is hope in the future
Then we must learn from the past
Return not to ancestry for fear
Don’t obey the written rules
When truth must be verified and renewed
March in the light
And hope for the future
To bring about change
Just a little bit sooner
Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
Right and wrong
Worshipped and rejected
Hallowed and undetected
Pretending to play along
Contradictions in action
In practice
Malpractice
What is religion
What has it become
Just a paperweight on a stone counter
A wishful hope of love
Amongst a silent chatter of hate
How can hate be the dominant theme
It’s desgusting
This whole religious identity thing
Real people showing up in real rooms
Filled with real emotions
Not a Facebook news story
Not cheap news shared from a desktop
But real people
Real hearts and real concerns
Time to face the facts
People are not happy
And it is not for the reasons we see on the news
News
Keep your ear to the ground and you will hear
The hearts of the people
Not in tune with media
But in tune with each other
Preparing to change the future
Here it comes
A blazing infamous glory
From the tops of Washington
A news story
The pipeline will continue
My heart hangs on a line
People held in embrace
The dust settles for a difficult time
The hope was for some change of hands
The force of power
On sacred lands
But for now people head home
The risk of arrest to great to run
From that single act a stable life
Can be undone
I will research I will hope to understand more
The fields of dirt washed with northern snow
Where will the lonely hearts go
My heart goes out to the lovers
But the old train is going to roll along
Right after the last standing protester is gone
Gone
Sweet of me
Coffee on a Friday night
Slow motion
Next to the Atlantic Ocean
Our bed is a revolving door
Ask me tonight and I will be unsure
Of where I will sleep tomorrow
But tonight I drink you in sweet
In a cafe
Near the Abbott Kinney street
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
Bring the lawsuits
Pack the bags
Going to be a drag
Drama right on CSPAN
My thoughts don’t meander
They got up and ran
Maybe a calendar would be more encouraging
Let’s unfasten the winter
Unfasten the summer
Pack it up quick and move on
It’s going to start raining
Spare in public
Spare in private
We are now ragged to the words
The fierce ideals
Of which I have no appeal
Prose
Or poetry
Do no good in the face of extremists
Rather words of inflammatory are
The choosing
