Back to Words

Back to Words

Renewed and new

Old and worn

Planted and grew

I refresh in a new 

Set of words

Tied in meaning

And time

I return to Words

In search of rhyme

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The Tranquil Giraffe Unkown

Vote for me

Vote for me

Vote for me and you will see

I am the savior of the problems

No problems will persists

The world is in peril

And I the only fix

Vote for me

Over here in the corner

I have my chest out to be the proudest

And what better but my voice be the loudest

Forget the sick and poor

This country has so much more

You can see in my gold gilded hallways

Make it rain when its already pouring

No tax return no ability to audit

Thank goodness no one caught it

Vote for me

Even though its over

I already won

The problems we face

Have begun

To be undone

There is no check and balance

Goodness no

Just silence

Silence

Where we go now

Deep into depths of regret and unknown

 

 

Transatlantic Split

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

Choosing Joy

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twin Flames

Twin flames reach up to the sky

Stretched out like two Great Danes

A wry gesture to a waning night

Love burns in his heart

For her

For love

For good

Souls entangled in this life together

No matter the weather

The twin flames reach for the sky

Day and night

The wind has no hope to blight this fire

For 24 hours a day

Blazing as if fed by turpentine

Love is fed by action

Defined not by material

But the ethereal

The twin flames

Him and her

Love

 

Angel Investor or Debt Collector

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

The Paltry Destruction

The paltry destruction

Dirty and tan

Unknown in expression

But less heard of

I am uncertain

Pushing my own hands now on the curtain

I have never seen such an obtainable truth

If we could only see it through

We must take command of our own hands

Yearn for hope and truth

Unity through diversity

Diversity in me and you

Normally Abnormal

Poems on current affairs

Or the state of the current affair

I am not sure how to decipher

Explain

The difference

I mean

Who cares

Underwater drones seized

I guess this is what it will be

The new normal

Is not normally

Going along

In a world changing

Faster than my hands can type

This type of change is uncertain

WE LACK HOPE

We lack direction

We lack the ability

To detect a fraud

Before its inception

What’s the use

It is just the new

Something we have to get used to

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