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
Facts
Fact
The fact
Agreed upon
Facts
Non disputed facts
Exist between the boundaries
Of lies and illusions
It’s an inconvenient 4 letters
That we must rely on
In difficult times
The true impact
Of Facts
Face facts
Fact
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
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
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
What in the world
Strength throw dumbbells curled
Javelin hurled
Bench press thrust
Is this a must
Such poor word selection
Power hard
Fast and furious
This leaves more to be curious
Than resolved
Our new mantra to be debated
While people in our country are confiscated
Why such ignorance and clamor
Why the subtle glamor
Celebrating the courageous politicians
Who are much more to be pitied
With blame
Can’t turn away now
How
When all over the headlines
Trying times
Setting a new tone in our own homes
This is trouble
This news
The news
Is trouble
What we lose
And what we gain
It’s all part of the game
How we take it
What we take away
Who are the refs
And how do we play
How many players
How many shots
Whether we play in the cold
Or play in the hot
How many balls
How many strokes
What types of games
Fit what type of folks
No one decision maker
Gets the sole power to command us all
Destroy us all
What we gain
And what we lose
I guess its up to me and you
In a free world
Not all is perfect
In times of struggle
Waiting
Resolution
Hating
We are all not without our
Flaws
Broken bones
And wrapped up jaws
I realize my imperfections have weight
Putting on me a certain strain
But better to make progress than to stall
To stand tall
And push through
Imperfections
And all
Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
