Bring the lawsuits
Pack the bags
Going to be a drag
Drama right on CSPAN
My thoughts don’t meander
They got up and ran
Maybe a calendar would be more encouraging
Let’s unfasten the winter
Unfasten the summer
Pack it up quick and move on
It’s going to start raining
A poem of modern culture
Coffee clashing
Politically smashing
The words echoed from my mouth
How could we have known
Lies started it all of out
So the story begins
Of uncertainty
Burning me
Whole world in front of us
Rough
Words can fall hollow
But new words will fill my mouth
Modern culture devout
The Transatlantic Split
Oceans divide
If we didn’t vote for this
Are we still on the wrong side
No tax returns
But we have a winner
“I won and that’s it”
Those statements don’t make my wonder
Any thinner
The President to all people
Not just your supporters and colleagues
C’mon Don this is not the minor leagues
Referendums and revolts
It seems we are coming loose at the bolts
A Transatlantic Split could arise
Good God
Good bye
Rebound down
Not up and away
Stray a little from the fray
Relax stay composed
Where this will take us who knows
So jump in and stay a while
Bring it back with an easy smile
I rebound down and take a rest
Soon we will be put to the test
Such sweet sips
Light on airy lips
Roasted red hue
Coffee caramel smooth
Effervescent and never eschewed
Thank you coffee
Thanks to the hands that produce
Thanks for the morning
Another day through
I show up
But late
Let’s get one thing straight
No words matter
In a great deflate
Deflate and prosper
“You’re fired”
But I already walked
From your offer
So here comes the New Year
The new changes
Bring on the corruption cases
Watch the fires blazin’
En garde!
En garde!
Choices are made
Daily
Frequently
Momentarily
Temporary
Permanent
But one choice is definitive
Never to be made again
Choosing joy is a choice
That can survive the thick and thin
This infrequent gesture must be checked
As frequently as the mind can remember
That the truth is joy is not easy
Not instantaneous
Not always joyous
But mandatory
To choose joy over an erroneous option
There is a reason for such joy
Substantiated joy
The feeling of a mild sunset
Crimson in its beauty and restlessness
That joy must be felt from the heart
Exclaimed in the throat
And shared with other willing hearts
Joy is not a good find
Kept in one’s own heart
One’s own mind
Joy is a friend sharing a conversation
Joy is love overflowing
Flowing from one heart to another
Remembering that a life lived
Is giving and never knowing
Continue to write
Question
Inquire
The creative process shall never tire
Agendas will be set
And disrupted
Hope bursts like a bubble
Whose flight has been interrupted
The job of the artist is to set free
Ideas before they can be accepted politically
To stay pure in original thought and progression
Artistic pursuit on the mind like an obsession
I will not put hope in others
Not those who claim to rise above the rest
As if us the collective whole
Was just a second best
Rather these words are our power
When we are powerless
We can still speak
And be heard
Every single word will land on an ear
No great cause can be pursued with fear
Rather we go forth and seek truth
Writing the words that resonate with me and you
Not waiting for an angel investor or debt collector
We all will write and be heard
Be heard
This truth I have written on January 3rd
Gut the ethics!
Renew the clashes
I want to hide $50 bills
Underneath white mustaches
Purge the homeless
But protect their babies
We will burn our way through
Leave the individuals feeling hotter
But no medicare in their 80’s
Pursue big oil with dirty hands
Make new faces in the Klan
Instill fear and vanquish hope
Drop it in the ocean with ball and rope
Here comes the new government
Ready to take the country
So start hiding your hope
And your money
Gut the ethics
Cut the semantics
Just political buffoonery
Ideal tactics
The individual can only hope
That no one can dash our hope
With a 10 cent rope
But either way here we go
A renewed time for optimism
Skepticism
Pessimism
What “ism” should we implore
Tied together and bound to the tracks
What we have lost in hope
Our empathy lacks
From the top to the bottom
Of the stack
I wish more for 2017
A new goal with a new vision
Unity and prosperity
Over division
How to get there I am uncertain
A thick curtain pulled over the stage
Stage set
Set now I sit
Waiting the coming performance
A Cup of Songwriting 