Unconstitutional Emoluments

Take the pay

Leave the people

Who is taking the stubs

When the president wins

Paid in advance

With taxes due

Who would have knew

What one man can do

With unfettered desires

To light a blazing fire

While a waining night fades

The ultimate game has been

Played

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Grip of Power

Display the power

Training our eyes

Not to wonder

Bearing down

Fists of thunder

Hold our breathe

Let go

The ones who have the power

Will soon let us know

That when their rains come

They will be a shows

Of the terrible grips of power

Goals and Intimidation

Goals set up

What can either be achieved

Or grieved

Held on to and flourish

Or fallen to the side

And malnourished

Objectivity

Subject to change

Some day’s life goals

Seem strange

Tend and sift

So in time dreams grow

Hoping they take us all

Where we want to go

Words Unknown

Turn down

Where we used to roam

Put down your hands

And hang up the phone

These streets

We used to call our own

But many days have passed

And now it seems distant

Irrelevant

The places we used to go

Filled up with words

Unknown

 

 

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