Back to Words

Back to Words

Renewed and new

Old and worn

Planted and grew

I refresh in a new 

Set of words

Tied in meaning

And time

I return to Words

In search of rhyme

Hope Hoping

 

When the darkest hour can be lit

With the brightest light

Hope restored

Hope in the middle of night

I hold on to these beliefs of

A brighter future

Even though the hopes of few or one

Is to lead us all to a future

That can not soon be undone

I remain steadfast and hoping

That were we will end up

Is better than where we currently

Are going

The Dollar Man

There he is

Green eyes lit up

Hovering in my studio 

Watching my every move

Judging

Controlling

Asking

With no answers

A wry smile

Because he knows

What he costs me

Sleepless nights

Staying up late

Baggy eyes

While his eyes fixed

Unshaken

By reality

Or importance

The dollar man tears me apart

With his weight and indifference

How can it be

The shade of green so pale

That he controls so much

The dollar man

Planet B

How could this be

The truth and I agree

There is no planet B

No do over

Mulligan or retry

We have to make what we have

Work

Agree to disagree

But mother nature will always be

And should be

Our top priority

Current sacrifice

Rather than living from a vice

Over consumption

Is our most destructive

Assumption

That is not alright and good

We must live the way we should

Treat this world with respect

Dignity

That is truly

The way it should be

Why Do This

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

Create ART

Good News Day

Good news

Is tucked away in the mountains of Colorado

Sunshine in the oceans off the California coast

Snow drifts in Alaska

Just being alive feels like a small bit of good news

Not these days

When the lights seem more off put and gray

Good news still exist

We have to search the stars and moon

Good news exists

And we will hear some soon

 

Getting Rich: Doors

The money is flowing

Without anyone knowing

That behind closed doors

A select few

Are getting very very

Rich

While others are getting sick

Paying bills

Hustling to stay alive

Behind a few doors

With a no entrance sign

It makes me sick to think

How rich some get