Congress organizes for royalty
Slowly
Uniformity
What if we could arrange
Our own destiny
In the hands of the many
In the words of a century old
Penny
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Precedent in Presence
What comes next
What pillar to fall
While the justices
Disrupt
Peace for all
What can be attacked
And won
When mere human will
Is running thin
We set our own fate
Etched in stone
Now as the gavel falls
One by one
It’s each man and woman
For their own
Wealth Jacket
Wealth jacket
A fine look
Even without context
Or a hook
Standing out in a crowd
Subway bound
In a roundabout
I saw the girl across the platform
In his uniform
Morning looks
Can be beautiful
Even Beg
An even beg
On an odd day
Walk fast
Try to stay away
Politely move
Directive stray
Or hold empathy
And give away
Time Back in NYC
Time back in the old neighborhood
Where it feels right
So good
Parking late night journeys
Leading to a morning early
Seeing the skyline
With a dusty cloud sitting
Just above the tall buildings proud
Good to be back in the city
Advice Index
Advice Index
Running down
The lists
Of avenues
Of context
Taken away or added
Looking for hope
Never felt so
Dramatic
The Dramatic Approval
Approval points
Heard from the televisions
Buzzing in the background
Requires
A lot of attention
Held up by politicians hopes
Of ascension
Not just one dimension
So a frantic dramatic approval
Is given
When all we need
Is for others to ask
To be forgiven
Ceasefire
If we can’t work together
Then there is no path forward
Nothing for us to look
Forward to
Seeing each other through
In a day
When all the words seem
To melt away
Into the deep grey unknown
Looking for the world
Seeking a home
With each other
One as one
Each our sister
Each our brother
Confusing Musings
Confusing musings
Of the art
Of distraction
Artificial attraction
The powerful few
Direct their efforts
To distract
The main crew
Abstractions of actions
And intent
No actions made
No messages sent
So how to tell the truth
Of the few
When lying is a standard
Act of the new forces
What I Knew
What I knew
I had to relearn
Over And over
Again
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