The End or The Beginning

How to know

When the smoke closes

In on the world

Creating a mystery of misery

Is this the beginning of a new chapter

Or the end of the familiar one

Said clear into the days fading light

So burnt in the smoke from the trees

Seething up north

Blowing through the jet stream

And brining it down to the desert

Upon the cactus the dust of travel

Awaits

As I decipher what chapter of the book

Is being played

A Good Day

A good day

In by the everyday man

Putting in the time

To grease this world

Back

Taken from the stacks

Of items ignored in life practical

To make everyones life magical

How can I learn to be so pragmatic

To see the basic needs

And to be of service to others

As those who have gone before have taught me

So take one for the birds over the sea

Teach me your ways past

And keep me growing in the present

Tax and Toll

Tax and toll the masses

Into submission again

And again

Don’t ask questions

Just smother them

With the burden of life once so pure

Now polluted with the ideas

Of the singular devotion chosen fools

So take your money one penny at a time

What will wither away

Will grow back one hundred fold

In time

Together: A Revolution

Uptown people

Spending time with the downtown folks

Stringing words on notes

Being one of the greatest

Impact on the human interaction

Tough in traction

But the people have each other at heart

Hardly hated by the wars orchestrated by

Those few who benefit greatly

Stately types

Embedded and look a likes

The chose people the chose choice

Of a wickedness so deep

Only one can begin to understand

That people are the ones whos hearts

Will win

Together

Together

Take the Roll

Take the roll and strike the match

Intake the smoke

Cigarette behold

But don’t come up flat

Can we retake our future

As we have been cut down

Identity obscenity

Obstructions unknown

The roll of smoke give a release

But can only come too late

So heed the warning of the sun risen sky

I knew a man

I knew a guy

But the smoke comes out true

From the mouth of words

To find it’s way up

Into the clouds

And the birds

Folding Hour

The folding hour is upon us

The rust built up over years

Our eyes closed shut

With cement over my face

To turn away from the truth

To read the media’s take on nothing

To be presented with vanilla hell

Upon the folding hour

We are not doing well

For the news is now the fuse

Of a wet candle

Never to be lit again

And the passive nation

Lumbers on

While we all collapse into a

Depth my mind is unable to construct

As I begin to destruct

Technopoly Monopoly

The technopoly monopoly is upon me

Taking my had

Guiding me into the dark closets of life

In the back rooms

Where no one can hear me scream

As lucid as a dream

Waiting for the sight to see

Buying it all sight unseen

The robots will blister our foreheads

With repeated lines of incredulity

Spoke softly

But then acutely take us out

Shove in the closet and get out

So we are left dark and alone

Spooning out the cream of food

Left to nourish our bones

Lies to Try

Lies to try over and over

Springing out the water like a geyser

Sun beating down on the hard spelled untruths

So hard I need a visor

Don’t tell me to look left

When the move is right

Right behind each other

That is one way to block the light

But light is needed for life

Alright

But when the lies to try

Are being told by the same guy

Who makes a buck all the time

Sells out his country just fine

What lies to come in the next wave

Of life

Bringing us through

To the other side

Who Runs Through the Fields

Next to the lake

Where summer flows

Freely in the mid year

Take away the yields

Crushing the flowers

Taking away the light of day

Destruction is imminent

With the devil on the prowl

Telling us we need him and his dirt

Rather than turning us loose

We have to recompence

So live today

And smile like the love will never be

Stolen away

Take the Receipt

What if we don’t want

What we are sold

What is forced down our souls

Dreams we had growing up

Growing old

The life we had planned

The journey we hoped

When the path is blocked

From any meaningful growth

Take the receipt from the robots

That draw near

With a plan to retire us in our early years

I am not so hopeful today as I was

For these words will prove

Lonely

If they replace our love