A man wearing an anxious crown

Throws back with withered thorns

The indignity of hope scorned

Must have a courageous play

To be once more adorned

His hopes as fragile as pencil

Under great pressure

Bending at the point

Of almost breaking

He takes a swig of heady liquids

Rising the spirits with his hand

Set out for a journey

Looking over the peoples land

His mind now deep in reflection

Of how his hope and optimism

Slowly grew into his flailing crown

Now is the moment to return

The curtains are pulled on the stage

One error has the potential to destroy

What he has crafted with single heart joy

His feet begin to move

At first wacky and unprotected

But with his heart projected

He steadies his feet and walks out

The light shines and this

Is his time

A late night inspiration

Evenings in the capital

Of this beautiful nation

The Unity Collective USA

Spreading the message of hope

We hope to get across

Free the rock

From underneath the moss 

Evening lights on the Capitol

Understandable 

Building blocks we muster up

With every lyric cut

From the cloth of humanity

To reach out certainly

To the world

The truculent type

Eager to get in on the fight

Angered with quick dissatisfaction

Moving hands into fists

Is the only reaction

Abounding in frustration

Lack of understanding

Spectacular use of vernacular

Steaming at the collar

No hopes of understanding

The only mechanism deployed

Is the hope to destroy

The long term approach

Rather than manifesting a life coach

Is to ravage a nation

From sea, to hill, to plantation

Rip the goods from the earth

In one giant selfish prolonged gestation

Rather than to swim in the new waters

See a new view

Understating the chance of

Understanding me and you

This marvelous blunder

Is abounding from side to side

Unearthed down below the snow

As the weight pulled up from below

Seek to understand rather than plunder

Or else we all go under

A drab afternoon

Middle of the eastern seaboard

Under the heavy veil of fog and dim light

Gray folds over gray folds over gray

All the way to the sky

A wandering mist makes it’s way

Up and down the streets

Tightly knit to the snow unearthed

High temperatures transfer snow to air

The thirsty grass has had it’s fill

The winter storm gave more

Than tranquil

Winter rendered null under a small

Breaking orange sky

Car lights float like fairies in the lasting light

Yet a likely feeling so familiar

Nostalgic and driven

Car zippy

Zipping by

Tuesday skies