Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
The Spring Rose
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Hope Hoping
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
The Wires
The wires in my head
Disconnected
Laying in bed
Wondering of the rituals
To keep
And destroy
Homeless
But idle my hands my not be
Idle my brain wishes upon me
The wires wrought with contentious
Idea
Waiting to fall asleep
What will this new morning
Bring
Planet B
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
Surprise Unfair Competition
Unfair competition
With no surprise
How can you expect one with
Golden toilets
To see through everyday
American eyes
Lost hope in the nation capital
It’s sorry
But invaluable
That we the people represent
We the people
We must watch for each other
Protect each other
When other do not
When the upper top
Are only representing the one percent
With little hope
And no repent
Certainty of Anarchy
Sitting on the train
construction everywhere
A man is over on the side
The sign says only five dollars
to shine your pair.
Aggression floats around
horns honking
Stressing
Great uncertainty uncurling
A forrowed brow
Then I see a women weave in and out of the crowd
Pushing
Bumping
Moving fast
No consideration
Maybe consideration is a thought of the past
Gosh…What is going on out here?
Chaos
And a certain Anarchy
Fill the air
