Another path
Can be
Created
When others close down
So I won’t give up
I won’t let down
Another Path
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Set-Up
Set up
For destiny
In times like these
Away from the ideally
And into the practically
Real and doable
Activities
We are prepared for
Today
And will be for
Tomorrow
Fluttering Masks
Fluttering masks
In times of confusion
Hoping we can make it
Through
What is real
And an illusion
Fluttering masks
On people faces
But for me I am to wreckless
I guess
Worried too late
Than the rest
The Critical Crown
Critical crown
Lifted up
From the ground
Every single person
From the top down
Cried when we watched
How it came to
A heap on the ground
Unusual as it had been
To see the wickedness of many sins
Compiled into the critical crown
Lying on the dusty ground
Mean a Thing
The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
A Tiny Heart
The size of an almond
With a personality the size
Of the room
Our small dog
Named Wilco
May have a small heart
But fills the room with love
When anyone walks in
Sweet little Wilco
One Fine Day
A fine day
Is coming
When we believe
Not in celebrity
But in each other
That day
Is coming
One fine day
March 24th
A great day to get out
My birthday is a day
To celebrate a new schools
Of voices rising up
In a dark time
So that in due time
We will have hope again
Such a coincidence
But on March 24th people rise
Up
To believe again
That we can all accomplish something
With the help is our fellow
Countrymen
A Hope for Past Future
Can the future be brighter
If the past is not reckoned
How to know where to go
If we do not understand
What we have done
My role in this nowness
Is key to the future
I have played my own role
Ambivalently
But with more passion we approach
The future
Spilled Milk on the Red Line
Spilled milk on the Red Line
Veins of white
Rush down the floor
“That ain’t mine”
The lady with two hats on yells
The man
Visibly exhausted with his head back
Is not one inch close to conscious
As the white pours through the isle
Pictures being snapped
A moment catches
The woman with the bike laughs
Late night Red Line
Public transportation
Strange spilled iterations
As the winds wind through
The tunnels
Below the streets
Of L.A.
