What is freedom of speech
When it is used as a means
To insult the strong or weak
Has an inherent conflict
With the word’s we speak
I respect
But respectfully disagree
How do we discover a line
A purpose
When the lines are so blurry now
We all have a right to our own views
At what point does it infringe on the rights
Of others
If abused in this sense
Seems morally distressed
I respect the freedom of speech
But I also must respect you
Keep your stakes friend
I will keep mine
You run the country
I’m running around just trying
No advocates for artist
Rather keep the real estate
State to state
Proclaim
The lies keep dropping
Like smog filled drops of rain
What’s potential and what’s real
Only the average man can feel
Not in some high rise or looming tower
The hands that make these luxuries
Know nothing of the top shelf
Build it high
Then sell it to the highest bidder
Bitter
Bitter
Bitter
What’s happens to the hands that build these towers
After the wealthy have laid there fur rugs
We all look up in disdain
Disbelief
Keep your holdings friends
And I’ll keep mine
Surge the dollar
Pure investor ebullience
Jitters provoked
Revoked
My dollar stays the same
Still 4 bucks for coffee
6 bucks for a meal
What the fuck is the fuss?
Fuss fuss fuss
I still can barely keep up
This powerful emblem means something
To someone
Just not me
Not today
Or tomorrow
Hit the high gear
It’s getting rough
Tax cuts
Sequesters
I’ve had enough
Tie up the oil
Tie up the gas
In the great denial
Begin the legal battle
Over the fossils
Destiny and preserved
Hire the best and fire the worst
Our climate denial is coming
The ultimate relinquish
Of control and influence
For a cheap king
The policies will change
The great hoax
Others will refer to
The war on green
Has begun
The future provisions
Will be written with intention
Intentionally
Irreversibly
Friendly conversation
Unfriendly results
Pushing on with dismal assaults
It’s a bad look
With bad intention
Negative interations
The ultimate dissension
Yearn for understanding
Learn from mistakes
Don’t be afraid of failure
This land comes with the breaks
Take a chance on hope
Uplifting interaction
My destination unknown
Strategy unclear
I will rely on what I know
Keep a good eye on what will become clear
From the veins running in my heart
Down to my hand
As a small child I was filled with hope
And still am today
Everday
I must move on into positive space
Remembering the words of a Poet great
The more you give
The more you create
It is not a well to be pulled dry
But reincarnated everyday
Keep the car running
The faucet draining
Keep on keeping on with
What I have been wasting
In moments of reflection
Why do I put up these guards of
Protection
When I am the problem
And the solution
All in one small mind
Or large conclusion
The wandering heart
Is a stranger in a coat
A scarecrow vintage and old
Left me many years ago
The wandering heart knows no home
Roaming the land looking for those it knows
But rather unknown
This heart I have
The wandering heart is a shed in the forest
Unattended and porous
Moss strewn floors
To young hearts it has been abetted and undone
My wandering heart grows cold
Looking for light in a dark circle of a world
Revolving on hearts pumping
Focused on a world of skepticism and critique
My heart is growing cold
If I could only recall the way out
The way in was much more difficult
But the easiest seems now whimsical
Overbearing
The thicket of bushes on the left
When we entered
The gargoyle on the right
We passed some rock walls as well
Or maybe not
But somehow
We ended up here
Lost and wandering
Altogether hopeless romantics
Stuck in a world of antics
Critics
Hopeful
Deadbeats
How did we end up here again
Should we start over
Not an option altogether
We had better hope the sun will rise in the east
Set in the west
That will be our best bet
To find our way out
