Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
There was never
Fairness
In capitalists
The idea was trivial
Literal
Jargon
On a page
So the ones who
Proclaim the top
Take what they can
All their days
So the rest
Can debate
The endless ways
To divide what is left
But well below
We will stay
Lazy fanatics
Wait for the words
Rather than analytics
To make the judgement call
About what to believe
There is but a small hope
That laziness will be rebuked
Someday soon
The lazy fanatics
Will have their debts
Come due
Quick and judicious
Was the decision
Incision
Point
From my eye
To my hand
A quick stand
Taken
When confusion
Runs true
Across the land
So take the hope
Of today
Into tomorrow
When a judicious decision
Is strewn in sorrow
If it were one
Make it two
Or three
Take them all
Take from him
Take from me
If it were double greed
It would be easy to see
So be aware
Of those
Trying to take everything
They can see
From the moment
I opened my eyes
I could see a world
Spiraling with
Lies
To deny
The truth
So we must awake the room
With acts of truth and good
For all of us to
Do
It started with a few words
Like a leaking faucet
On a dry day
As the hopes of many
Became united
In one discrete shade of
Grey
So they say
That the rhetorical waves
Had begun
From the drops into the ocean
It all was one
In that moment
I knew the sea change
Had already won
The wide eyed ocean
Breeze
Filled with salty
Vibes and evenings
Long and cool
Into the night
I close my eyes
And feel those
Wide-Eyed Ocean
Life
The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side
It started with a drip
Of one liquid
Moment
Into the next
The premium
Drip of my life
Is behind me now
And I’m doing
Alright