Ratty and marked

These measures are

Progress can be eyed

In the beholder

Of none

Holding up hope

While being torn down

By one

A steam engine rallies

While the iron industry looms

Lake nights

In the second room

Pattern convulsion

On the seat of my pants

Holding on tight

With the palm of my hands

If I had a wish

I would wish away

All the troubles of the world

Today

Pattern convulsion

Up in the sky

The clouds scattered

Like a bursting star

At midnight

Pattern and prose

All I know

These words

Take me where

I want to go

Get ready for the hot juice

Coming down the walls

Of the only world we know

Embrace

For a new face of irony

Leaders

No more role models

To be had

When the hot juice

Flies from the supreme robin

In the air

No one cares

They just prefer

To point

And stare

Improve grey

Uncovering the oil trucks

That carry the liquid

Of power

And pollution

Improve this grey

One late night

With a satan flame

Over Lake Michigan

I will improve this grey

One day

At a time

Gratis

Yet powerful

How do you embrace

Your future

In this moment

Prove yourself

But don’t loose

Yourself

Remember that Gratis

Is the beginning

Be bold in thought

And action

Hope for more

Know and learn

Grow form

And let go of

Fear

Distraction

Get up

Get moving

Hold tight

Stop loosing

Sight

On what the focus

Brings tomorrow

For yesterday’s wins

Can be tomorrow’s sorrow

Confusion

Settled in the moments

Set up in time

Over and over

The news of values

Lashes over

The hopes

Confused

The lies we grow

Holding on to truth

Until it’s expiration

Renders it false

How can we deal with lies

When they are full grown

What might have been truth

Is no longer

So