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Tag Archives: Poetry
Think of the Solution
I will arise
Arise in the morning
Arise to the challenge
Lie awake at night
Thinking of solutions
My own illusion
Conclusions
Never quite reached
In a hope of making a plan
To build a house
Upon a great heap of sand
So I run
Sleep
Run
Words of Inflammatory
Spare in public
Spare in private
We are now ragged to the words
The fierce ideals
Of which I have no appeal
Prose
Or poetry
Do no good in the face of extremists
Rather words of inflammatory are
The choosing
The Cold Chair
Late night
Out of sight
Vanished in the thin winter air
The stare of one thousands breezes
Over a vacant chair
Isn’t it a cold night
A cold long night
I Respect
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
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
Pure Ebullience
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
A War on Green
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
Irreversible
The future provisions
Will be written with intention
Intentionally
Irreversibly
The Ultimate Dissension
Friendly conversation
Unfriendly results
Pushing on with dismal assaults
It’s a bad look
With bad intention
Negative interations
The ultimate dissension
A Cup of Songwriting 