The sweetest
Late night treats
How life runs
On a repetitive beat
Music to my ears
Movement to my feet
Hold on to the hope we build
In the sweetest moments
Living for these moments
The Sweetest
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Music Pictures
Music makes the world contrast
It fills in the spaces
It balances the exposure
Pulls back the whites
And fills in the darks
It pulls it all together in one
Moment
Music creates the picture
That we live in
Case and Conclusion
Case and conclusion
The ultimate illusion
How to know
The difference
From what is real
From what is withering
Off and gone
Case has been made
With a conclusion on coming
Hold on to hope
While we are running
Where We Are
When the joker becomes the king
And the king the joker
The chef the librarian
The musician the chef
The lawyer the doctor
Doctor the salesman
What is going on
Who knows anything
Is there anything left
What is going wrong
What is going on
This is where we are
In Due Time
Repetitive in nature
Willing to change
But afraid
Of what is
This mind of mine
Playing games all the time
Hoping to paint new ideas
In due time
In due time
Peaches
Sweet peaches
Let’s give everyone peaches
Delicious in pies
All around
For the good
And the bad guys
Peaches
Bring them in bunches
By the pound
Peaches for everyone around
Eat them
Remain
Work to the wire
Up late night transition
Up early again to run
To try and stay on top of
The words that I attempt
I plunge into life
Creating and hoping for creativity
By my side
All through the night i lay and wonder
What the next day brings
But only in the silence
I realize
That i can not predict
Hope
Or regret
I must just remain
Remain
Change
And don’t stay the same
One Man Ego
Oh no
Secrets disclosed
How many
Who knows
The top of the hill will call for immunity
While the rest of humanity
Asks for simple decency
Don’t sell out the American Soul
To the cheap hand met
Along the road
Hidden discoveries
Hidden words
Hidden curtains
Blighting even the birds
On rampant edges
A man
With distorted thirsts
All hope lies
Awaiting another arrogant move
Here we go
Down the slippery slope of
One mans ego
Breaking News
Breaking news
This late at night
How the hell
Is this alright
Selling out
At minimal prices
Underlying lies
Holding
Keys
Sided
How can one man have such rampant
Dissenting
Infection
What is happening
Where did it all go wrong
Cascading to Our Graves
For every step of progress
I feel I regress
For every advance
I retreat
There is no perfect balance
That I can keep
No way to create perfection
Keep the lies from a second
Resurrection
Days where weights feel constrained
On my neck
My throat
I go to yell and all I have is a moan
I go to scream
Nothing more than a thin veiled beam
I don’t believe in conspiracy theory
But here we are
Saluting the one percenters
While we are sent cascading into our own graves
Way down
Where the banks collect our clothes
Where the dollar man knows our home
There is no protection
When the problems of insufficient funds
Makes it’s final connection
How did we get to a place of such
Deadly extremes
Some blow up Bentley’s
While other can’t keep up
It seems
Today I fear my future
For more progress means more indebtedness
How can I pull through
When it all seems too much
I get a rush of blood
To my head
I must start again
Create my own hope and go forward
Look to the sky
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Hope will come
Success will come
It has to come
Or we are all to be undone
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