“Wanderlust”
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The Great Debate
Polite discrepancy
Independently
Who’s responsibility is it
Who’s responsibility was it
To be honest and clear
Alive and front and center
Taking the stage
As the great pretender
Honor the people
Before the investor
This is not a board game of sorts
Or out of sorts
I watch in horror
Decisions will be made tonight
During the outlandish debate
Hoping someone will seal a certain fate
Tonight
Alright
Let them at it
We can watch the fight
Life
Life has a way of changing
Right when you think it is all figured out
Right when you get comfortable
You get knocked down
Change is truly inevitable
It is in this inevitability that we must anticipate
Await new challenges
New celebrations
New frustrations
It is all in the package when you sign the lease
Lease of life
Temporary
Inpermanent
I see these changes truly only in retrospect
Hard to drive the car when you can only look back
But I adapt
That is the fully human function we all have
Is the ability to change to the future
To see what is required and adapt to it
Sometimes I reminisce the past
I open up to it
But only momentarily
There is nothing to hold on to
To move forward with
I just have this moment
It will never be the same
And I have never been here before
But I will do my best
Life
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
11:57
11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
Muddle by Technology
Muddle and confusion
Marry the mellow quiet
With ruptured sounds of a digital empress
Defiant of the status quo
Holding on to the last of what was
What we used to know
The cell phone rings
Elbows locked in admiration
Swing around the border
Of the new order
Tech first feeling second
Defiant I remane
But I wonder what the world would be
With no technology
Would we be more advanced
If we were connected by glance
Instead of digital connection
A tacit code of life
Implied by technical lines
We are breakable and weak
In the eye of technology
Just on the Outskirts
Bradley is a happy man
He falls asleep on the island
To the sound of a bellowing fog horn
Cutting through the air as rich as worn leather
He awakes to coffee that envelops him
With a hug
Rather than a mere raspy handshake
He is content on the coast
Billowing up steam from a morning roast
Falling asleep as the fog crosshatches the eve sky
Across the bay
Happy till the day he may day
Rent control his eternal protection
Umbrella’s held in rather polite distinction
Humanity’s bustle he has no strict participation
Watching the sunrise
Heightened by windy anticipation
However the wind blows
On the edge of the sleepy little beach town
Bradley has it right
Bradley is a happy man
Just on the outskirts of San Fran
Parking Lots

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3 AM Parking lots
Not a lot to it
Cold lights bear over black stained stones
Moving slow after 8 hour rolls
We have a way of making it OK
Me and my love
On the road
On the road
On the road
Ruptured Lines
The flawless defeat
Of the demonic judge
Ruptured the lines holding
A grudge
Numerous screams absorbed in defeat
Holding a rock now
Standing at his feat
To the sky his hands are held
Over the judges corpse bellows
Double the warmth running
Through his veins
Now transformed to flawless
Caves running from his heart
The heart of a man who has overcome
Challenges
Defeats
For he now
Is the only one left
On his feet
Coffee Beans
From the tip of the acidity
To the depths of complexity
The pleasing sensation of a cup of coffee
The liquid performs slow alterations
To the tongue
Like a rabbits foot for good luck
In the morning
It preserves through the burst of caffeine
To the mind and heart
It swim the sea of my tongue
And winds down the windy throat
Coffee ingested
Thumb pressing on the mug gently
Wiping away the morning dew
Starting fresh
Anew