Unclear Eye

The floor that we walk on

Spaghetti lace dress

I move with slow intention

To see the best

Of a world encompassed in moss

Unclear to the eye

The thunder of hope

Beats out

To hear the notes

In the sky

Dysfunctional

What was the place

Where we began

To lose our minds

The dysfunction of time

Wasted

Is now set

Deep in my pen

As I write to you

A verse

Of confusion

In a life

That has become

Much less

Amusing

Cynical

The cynical words

Fell from my lips

Regrettably

At the time

Imperfect

But what is perfection

If procrastination takes hold

So I am working through

The errors I have made

To be a better

Man

Income Comparison

The value of

Goods

Or actions

Compared to the weight

Of words

What is the measure

That holds all equal

So that we can see

What happens

To us

When we are sold

For nothing

On the selling block

Kindly Political

When was the last

Cordial

Political

Movement

Of virtue over

Destruction

Is that posible

In today’s world

With hard words the norm

What can we do

To be kind to

Each

Other

Omniscient

The days of omniscience

Are upon us

The moves we make

The freedoms we take

Are no longer free

In the root of Freedom

Is

Free

Or dumb

I can’t tell which is better

In this world we are in

So take a moment

To be yourself today

And be free among us