Who received
The goal achieved
The investor sequestered
The average man forgotten
Kick-backs
Go all the way to the top
Not to the saved
But to the saving
Not to be returned
Kick backs stale
Kick backs burned
Kick Backs
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Dear Deer
Dear deer
As you walk over the street
Remember that what you
Can not see
You must hear
Or walk faster
Deer
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
Uncertainty Certain
A new type of certainty
A falling away of certain
Today is today
The moment is now
Can’t hope for anything more
Right now
Just live in the moment
Now
Google Webs
Leave me be Google
The time is not right
Or the matter is not correct
Leave me alone when I am
Now on my own
Free but not full of freedom
Google let go of me
The webs have been woven
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
The Breaks
Coming down the line
Faster than a train
Slow motion
Down from the emperor’s hand
Makes the everyday man
Work through the night
One can claim victory
While the others work through
The holiday
How
When life is forced
Rather than reflected
It becomes more difficult
Than anyone expected
Water and Bridge
Water and bridge
Opportunity overpass
Go through
Make a new way
Where there was none
Look forward not back
As the water lashes
The beams
Of new opportunities
Water and bridges
Meeting where
The new you
Begins
Waiting Lackluster
How odd and confusing
A resolution
Of dissatisfaction
Delusions
My own hopes
Hopelessly irrational
Lackluster performance
Averting disaster
The hands that guide
The world these days
Seem to have itchy palms
Strange ideas
For moving forward
Or learning back
In times we all now wait
To see what will be our own fate
Peace and Trouble
A year was lived
Not too great
Yet pretty bad
Not the worst
But oddly strange
No signs of the world ebbing to
A soft landing
Rather someone trying to gain
The upper hand
We all suffer
All of us
All of us
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