Man and Kind

Man and kind

To be both

Is to be full of life

Full of love

Hope and opportunity

There is no broad stroke

That needs to be taken

When the realization

Of what a human is made of

Constructed of

Is more than a social identifier

But rather is full

Of love

Franchise Virus

The franchise virus

Growing from the roots

Of a dead cypress

Cold pressed nightmares

Held up by titans

Each man has a turn

To flame the words

Caught up on the wings

Of drunken birds

By night

And by day

What the naysayers say

Is the franchise lies

Being manufactured day

And night

Desperation of Desolation

The desperate times

Desperate measures

Come up with something good

A productive measure

In times worn thin

As the veil of light

Through the morning curtains

We have to continue to

Rely on food decisions

To set us right

Day to Be

The coming days to be

Letting go of what was familiar to

You and me

A city

A life

For bigger and better

Discoveries and journeys

Letting go

While others hold so tight

That they squeeze the life

Out of the joy

Thy love

And love left

It will be

The Old Neighborhood

I know it will all change

Places

Hands

Roomates

Tiny specks will remain

Of the neighborhood I knew

For just a moment

I was late to the party

Closed it down

What seems meaningless

Will be much more important to me

Miles down

The road

So this one goes out to the neighborhood

It was short

But it was good

 

Set the Goal

Set the goal

Call the time

Set up a sinister

Set of rhymes

Jump through the hoop

And over the mountain

Drink water from the

Ever tempting fountain

See you on the other side

In due time

Goals listed

And achieved

What we have

What we need