Letting go
In a time like this
Wood burning mess
When the times are hard
An ode to control
Is called
Norms of ideals
Exist no longer
When the ice melts
And turns into water
From my tiny apartment in NYC
Packing up my life
City to city
A republic in confusing times
And settings
Ode to control
If I were a risky man
I would be betting
Hold on to the recreation
Of hopes of being someone else
Be a first please
Not a second
Emulation
Lacking creation
Don’t emulate
Innovate
Hold on until the bitter end
Take all you can get
Don’t give in
Desire crept into evening dreams
Fills you up with evil things
Bird sing
While a dove flies
Hold on to the bitter end
Friends
While we are all alive
What in the world
Strength throw dumbbells curled
Javelin hurled
Bench press thrust
Is this a must
Such poor word selection
Power hard
Fast and furious
This leaves more to be curious
Than resolved
Our new mantra to be debated
While people in our country are confiscated
Why such ignorance and clamor
Why the subtle glamor
Celebrating the courageous politicians
Who are much more to be pitied
With blame
We head again due west
On a uncertain journey
Chasing the calendar
Of hope and upcoming dreams
Let’s head out now babe
Before it is too late
LA is sunny and people are happy
We have seen enough here
Keep your stakes friend
I will keep mine
You run the country
I’m running around just trying
No advocates for artist
Rather keep the real estate
State to state
Proclaim
The lies keep dropping
Like smog filled drops of rain
What’s potential and what’s real
Only the average man can feel
Not in some high rise or looming tower
The hands that make these luxuries
Know nothing of the top shelf
Build it high
Then sell it to the highest bidder
Bitter
Bitter
Bitter
What’s happens to the hands that build these towers
After the wealthy have laid there fur rugs
We all look up in disdain
Disbelief
Keep your holdings friends
And I’ll keep mine
The future provisions
Will be written with intention
Intentionally
Irreversibly
