Silence in reflection
Questions
Brought
Through reflection
Resurrection
When progress is made
I might have to step
Away
Hope my hands can
Continue to write
When inspiration
Leaves my side
The morning will be alright
When the sun sleeps
At night
Continue on
Persevere
We must
We have to
Read my lips
It never happened
Poetry in motion
While bureaucrats are clappin
Watch my lips
While my hands are in action
Hope it never happened
What happened
What news
Its all so confusing
Shut it off
The world is not quite
So amusing
More fighting
Is it really needed
We are all tired
When we heard the call
And headed
Now more brutality
I thought we were headed
To civility
Goodness dear friends
What happened to us politically
Socially
When is the contest over
And the collaboration begin
When can we have forgiveness
For all of our vulgar sins
Not today I guess
As all hopes of civility
Renewed and put to the test
Foreign roads
Lead to treacherous results
What is known is more unknown
Facts are no longer facts
Fiction and fantasy
All intertwined sarcastically
What is literal
The truth
Tied up
Dropped to the bottom of the ocean blue
We have to decide and research
It’s now up to me and you
Baseless claims
Covered in the bases
Inside the bases are threads
Tying together interwoven very strange
How can lies and truth now be called the same
Differentiation
Miley if not wholly
Insane
Playing a new game
New rules
New attempts at truth and lies
From the cold winter ground
To the opaque spring sky
I can not try to understand all the commotion
Just new words in rotation
Under God’s Great Nation
Recuse is in the news
Withdraw all efforts
Corruption is now the norm
Normal abnormal
Still disturbing
Russian hackers
Making names for old politicians
No clarity from the top
No direct vision
All the while corners are being
“Turned”
New tones are being drawn
All the while I lay back and yawn
Is this over yet
Are we back in campaign season
Or are we waiting to go back in session
Uproars thank goodness
Finally raucous
When we have clowns trying to hold mass
It’s time to get into class
Renewed hopes lie on unusual shoulders
These place holders
Are now finding lessons in power
From the people
By the people
A breathe of fresh air
That is seems now people actually care
What’s the news
News new about the blues
All around the doom and gloom
I guess it was coming
Whether it be now
Or sometime soon
I hope there is a better narrative offered
How can any feelings be not fraught with anxiety
Highly toxic situations playing out on TV
Grieving hard to find solutions
Not all caught in one place
Somehow I am out of place
Out of sync with the human race
Seed the truth
With loads of premium ice
Low and cold
Freezing
Sing out in imperfect harmony
Rung out from a towering bell
A momentous part of me
Drinking a cup of hot coffee
Seed the what is true
Pull what is not
I am writing this well in advance
Hoping to cope with the reality
Of what is new
What is old
What is the new me
And how it all works
Works
Works
Barely
Working
