How’s about this
How’s about that
I think the chair broke
Where I just sat
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Two jovial folks
Talked of the world being flat
How can this be
What happened to integrity
What happened to truth and fact
I guess we all might just be
A bit out of whack
We get along
Make our way along these
Treacherous paths
Sudden spoken wraths
We get along on couches
Beds
Cars
Sheds
Tiny houses
Mansions
Disconnected
Recollected
Connected
Clean
Infected
We shuffle along
Our heads in the clouds
Making our way to the next day
Tripping over our feet
Trying to compete
We make our way
Just one day at at time
Hoping we will all be fine
Friday’s news
Blues from old walking shoes
Misunderstandings
While punches keep landing
I have checked hope
Of a linear progression
News of the day
An absolute obsession
Our rendition is kept in tact
I don’t have to worry today
While others are falling apart no intact
Birthday in advance
How is it I am 31
The great dance of life
Is well into the 2nd act
The life of a full impact
31 and not a day more
That is what the birthdays tell me
From New York City to Austin to Tennessee
Out on the road on my birthday
Getting old
The news crew are out
Distrusted and disdained
They once again are trying
To pull their weight
If not in content
At least in action
The numbers posted
Gallop said
Were not quite to
“Our Satisfaction”
So they will recruit stories in the morning
Chase them into the night
The news crews are at it again
And they think they will be alright
Facts
Fact
The fact
Agreed upon
Facts
Non disputed facts
Exist between the boundaries
Of lies and illusions
It’s an inconvenient 4 letters
That we must rely on
In difficult times
The true impact
Of Facts
Face facts
Fact
Unfair competition
With no surprise
How can you expect one with
Golden toilets
To see through everyday
American eyes
Lost hope in the nation capital
It’s sorry
But invaluable
That we the people represent
We the people
We must watch for each other
Protect each other
When other do not
When the upper top
Are only representing the one percent
With little hope
And no repent
Rapid
Strange
Delicate dreams
Wrapped up
In insulated seams
Edison lights dangle
From ascending beams
How quickly influenced we are
By first glances
First impression
Wrong intentions
Miraculous moments
Seas rolling
Hearts growing
We do our best in memory
Moments
And potential
Today’s goals
Are yesterday’s seeds
Seeding
Helping to fulfill others
Dreams
A copper truck pulled past the old house
In a slightly eerie fashion
A decisive notice was cast on our house
On a pad of transient fibers
The ill fated hum of the multi ton
As is barreled past the house
The notice it left us was tenuous
Staring at us
Straining us
The copper truck barreled on
What sense is it all to keep going
When the darkest seems to lie ahead
No way to get ahead
When my best just comes up short
When words fall in the wrong order
Or when I have no order at all
Why keep pushing on
Why keep writing
It helps deal with the overbearing burden
Of my own expectation
My own internal complications
Not for you
Not for pleasure
At most times just for my own good measure
So when I lay down
I can out gain my own expectations
That is the one hope I have
And giving up has no place in my heart
Life is short
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