A birds view
On life
Eating
And staying alive
A birds view
Reminds us
To see the greater scene
Truth revealed
When we pull away
From time to time
We learn
To let go
Fly
A birds view is needed
Tonight
A birds view
On life
Eating
And staying alive
A birds view
Reminds us
To see the greater scene
Truth revealed
When we pull away
From time to time
We learn
To let go
Fly
A birds view is needed
Tonight
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
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
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
Gut the ethics!
Renew the clashes
I want to hide $50 bills
Underneath white mustaches
Purge the homeless
But protect their babies
We will burn our way through
Leave the individuals feeling hotter
But no medicare in their 80’s
Pursue big oil with dirty hands
Make new faces in the Klan
Instill fear and vanquish hope
Drop it in the ocean with ball and rope
Here comes the new government
Ready to take the country
So start hiding your hope
And your money
Gut the ethics
Cut the semantics
Just political buffoonery
Ideal tactics
The individual can only hope
That no one can dash our hope
With a 10 cent rope
But either way here we go
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
Muddle and confusion
Marry the mellow quiet
With ruptured sounds of a digital empress
Defiant of the status quo
Holding on to the last of what was
What we used to know
The cell phone rings
Elbows locked in admiration
Swing around the border
Of the new order
Tech first feeling second
Defiant I remane
But I wonder what the world would be
With no technology
Would we be more advanced
If we were connected by glance
Instead of digital connection
A tacit code of life
Implied by technical lines
We are breakable and weak
In the eye of technology
The flawless defeat
Of the demonic judge
Ruptured the lines holding
A grudge
Numerous screams absorbed in defeat
Holding a rock now
Standing at his feat
To the sky his hands are held
Over the judges corpse bellows
Double the warmth running
Through his veins
Now transformed to flawless
Caves running from his heart
The heart of a man who has overcome
Challenges
Defeats
For he now
Is the only one left
On his feet
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Abandoned winds
Trademark holiday fields
Bursting with light greens
From the depth of winter snow beams
Unsettled video consultation
Hair covered over face salutation
I examine every nerve I have
Looking for the damage caused
A defective course of action
Creating inaction
The bustling buzz of cars
Underneath my feet
Standing on bridges above the city
Elite
My back arches as I inhale the wind
I am the chief of my soul
In complete control
My feet brace for a jump
As my legs can barely release up
The colorful whirl of lights
And distant boats
East river floats
I launch out into the night