The industry lion
Prowling in Country Clubs
Around the corners of pubs
Waiting for weakness in the people
To exploit more profits
More internal lion joy
Industry rusty smoke billowed sadness
Over our heads
We move to slow
When the industry lions approached
Now we are left for dead
Respect what is not known or said
The elapsed details were never read
Or reviewed
Is there an idea that can emerge
When all has been buried
Beyond recognition
Respect of Elapsed Details
Are still ringing in my head
The spell reactor
Sends spells rolling over
Our eyes and ears
Spell reactor
Predictor of faults
Teller of fears
Hold your tongue
If evil is to pass
The spell reactor
Is Pure and holy
As tempered glass
Verdict imposed
Disclosed for future
Needs
How can we deal
With the call that we heed
The verdict predicts
What is to come
What is to go
Hold on
The verdict knows
Rituals ground
Heal and protect
The mind when the world
Inflicts
Contracts and pulls away
The rituals help the healing
And the worries
Go away
What will be my holiday rank
This year
Will I get thrown to the birds
For not fitting in
Not working the right lines
At the right times
In a polarized perspective
We are in
My holiday rank
Will most likely be
Pretty thin
Close the door
Before you speak
Close the door
If you are feeling week
Walk outside the door
If you wish to quit
Walk balk through
And do it again
Oh the times
When we had them
When they left
A time of civility
Has left me bereft
In individual personal
Relationship
Disposal
Down the drain
Mentality
Driving from streets
To ledges
Who hears
Or listens
Civility has all but left
The greatest heist
The lowest theft
If I knew
Myself
I would go
On to do amazing
Things
Rather
So much time spent
Learning
Growing
Just to become
What was always
And what will be
Saturday games
Light up houses
In the midwest
Hopes on the line
All along with
The Rest
Cheers and screams
All in one moment
Saturday games
Holding on
But don’t own it
A Cup of Songwriting 