Surf Rock

Lay low

Play soft

Surf rock

Makes me feel just right

On a Monday night

Leave me to rest

I’ll be just fine

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Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

Grip of Power

Display the power

Training our eyes

Not to wonder

Bearing down

Fists of thunder

Hold our breathe

Let go

The ones who have the power

Will soon let us know

That when their rains come

They will be a shows

Of the terrible grips of power

Goals and Intimidation

Goals set up

What can either be achieved

Or grieved

Held on to and flourish

Or fallen to the side

And malnourished

Objectivity

Subject to change

Some day’s life goals

Seem strange

Tend and sift

So in time dreams grow

Hoping they take us all

Where we want to go

Back to Words

Back to Words

Renewed and new

Old and worn

Planted and grew

I refresh in a new 

Set of words

Tied in meaning

And time

I return to Words

In search of rhyme

Chaos ControlĀ 

Let the trolls

Roll

Let the birds

Fly upon them

I am sick of lies

Sick of tails

Tired of being the end 

Of the joke

Let the chaos control

Roll out

On the world