Grown Up

We are growing up

In a world

That revolves

Humanity evolves

We evolve

I evolve

Let us not dissolve our evolution

For a cheap taste

Of bad times

 

The Streak is Over

The streak is over

The end

Happens to be

Exactly where we began

On the same path

The same journey

Eternally

Circled

Endlessly

What Awaits

What awaits the tide

When the sea falls out

What will be left

We will find now

As the water recedes

Back

Into the sea

Focus on An End

Where to start

And where to end

What is the beginning

And where is there no more

The only way to know

Is to go

Where not many

Have gone before

Start over

And again

Where you will be lead to

Just don’t focus on the end

Fee

A fee from the heart

Checks out in the brain

Down the nerves

All the same

Fee-free entitled

While we feel fairly

As our hands direct

Our bodies

A new fee originates

The Disinformation Factory

Crank out the lies

Deceive with letters

Falling from the sky

Changing the tides

Of a sleeping giant

Until we awake

To a new narrative

At play

Bring it Back

Bring back the old guitars

Out of the corner

Back to the main stage

No DJ can play out

What a guitar has to say

Music brings the words

That are needed these

Days

Electric Guitars of Old

Electric guitar swoon

Quietly in the corner

As the world

Moves away from a sound

That was defined

We enter into a new time

He Knows

“In a good, safe community”

The words spoken

I am not sure

I have ever experienced a community

Better than another

A bad place

For my sisters and brothers

There are some bad actors

But surely not a whole

That can be spoken of

With such broad strokes

Of blunder and error

But this is the high seat

Looking down on us

Telling us

What I think is sad

That somehow one man knows

Who is good

And who is bad