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Tag Archives: The Bergamot
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
In Due Time
Repetitive in nature
Willing to change
But afraid
Of what is
This mind of mine
Playing games all the time
Hoping to paint new ideas
In due time
In due time
Let the Truth Fly
Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
Entry Ban
A flaky transport
This is our real life
Not some novelty sport
Skip the hate
We all are short of time
Short in time
Shot of time
Fuel the infected pin
Before it’s pulled out
This untamed hatred
Fuels a special hate
With an entry ban
On the people who’s historical plans
Have made this great land
Religious Contradictions
Right and wrong
Worshipped and rejected
Hallowed and undetected
Pretending to play along
Contradictions in action
In practice
Malpractice
What is religion
What has it become
Just a paperweight on a stone counter
A wishful hope of love
Amongst a silent chatter of hate
How can hate be the dominant theme
It’s desgusting
This whole religious identity thing
How Long Can it Go Wrong
Is there a limit to wrong
At some point is it all gone
The ability to screw things up
Over and over again and again
Writer repeat send
How many letters do we need to not have
To read anymore
How long can it all go wrong
A day
A year
Eternity
Affirm me
Please that is not a possibility
Impossible
But possibly
I guess it could go on eternally
I will wait
And see
Hourglass; Tell Me
Hourglass tell me what time will bring
What joys my heart will sing
What pain will be laid on my heart
How I will be broken
And how I will put it all back apart
Will I be rich
Will I be poor
Will I have to ask for help a little more
Hourglass read me my hours
As I fall asleep
Tell me what will be lost
And what I can keep
What is whole
To me known and unknown
Hourglass fasten my eyes on the future
Hourglass bring me hope a little sooner
Distracted Attractions
Oh what questionable distractions
Attractive as first glance
Quaint and uneasy
Under examined
The sun
The sky
The moon lit nights
Palm trees
Oh the goodness of distraction
The fruitfulness of sanity
Returned from a distant place
Now and again
My distracted zen
Along Golden Streets
The main story
So it goes
Not many have heard
And few people know
But there is a man
Who came to power
Along golden streets
And ivory towers
The people were idle
Hands at the wheel
He was the one who claimed
The ultimate American deal
But before we can clear our eyes
The big promises become big lies
Big lies
From the “broad shoulder guy”
Rather a man who comes from golden gates
The ivory tower
His way of deception
Has no greasy grasp of true power
