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Chimps of Legality
What would cause this uproar
To debate the fate of a chimp
Shall these animals become personified
Or vilified as we discuss their fate
Our decision with a vision
With not set free this primate
We must ask what is it
What really makes us
Real?
Is it the ability to think
No
That has been displayed
Even simple creatures can have thoughts
So they say
Is it our autonomy or ability to change
Our adaptations to the surroundings
This assumption truly has no grounding
The line of what makes us human
Is now being discussed
Will the court come to order
So clearly we can define the border
Between me
And this chimp
If we declare them ‘legal persons’
Then we had better start the paperwork
We will have social securities to file
Insurance reports to collect
Might even be good for the economy if I recollect
But at the core should we care for these claims
For these chimps are no champion for social change
Awareness or good
They may be high level thinking
But what good does it do
To put them on the same level of humanity
As me and you
Who will debate this
The policiticans and the heritics
Really this is something I must stay out of
Personhood or not I will treat all with love
At the end of the day that is what I hope for
So whether I see a chimp pull up in the car
Right next to mine
Or if I just see him at the zoo next time
It is just fine with me
Whatever those people decide
I will just let it be
Sandy Blue Pastels
The baby pastel blues
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
Fall crashing coldly
Onto sandy homes
Roaring from the weather
The wind and the snow
Waking me in the morning
Through the pines
Between ice tipped shrubs
Beating on the glass outside my window
Awakened to light brighter
Song lighter
Of the winter birds
The lake reveals a storm overhead
Three feet of snow headed to Michigan
I protect my warmth in the morning
As the heat evades my winter skin
To a cold Michigan morning
Under a snow and ice so thin
Pine needles crackle
Tied together loose with water and cold
Under each foot gives way
To an earth frozen
But only days ago
It was an early rip of storms for this time of year
Creating a palpable uncertainty in the air
Cars wheels fell ungraspable to pavement frozen
Sliding from one side to the other
It was a frigid morning in Michigan
Truly I was not prepared
For winters cold hand
Had laid its awakening on falls back
And now into winter we are fashioned
With waves crashing
Small drops splashing
Higher than the rock walls
Where the drips fall
Creation of some new frozen ice
To tell the story of this transition
Truly is a testament to my position
Tucked in the woods
Staying warm for now
Under the winter sun in Michigan
Time to Reflect
Time to reflect
On decisions
That have been made
Others postponed
And delayed
–
Where I stand today
May not affect tomorrow
So how do I quite know
If this is where I should
Go
–
So many questions
Yielding very few answers
The scenery does not change
If I just choose to
Stand here
–
The past 3 years
Decisions were not bad
But if I could go back
What would I instruct
That poor young lad
–
I might say
Act with confidence
And cause
What you do not gain
Is not quite a loss
–
Move quick
And stay nimble
The world will not wait
for your heart delayed
its that simple
–
Fear holds you
Hostage at blank point
But behind the gun
Is no ammo
It holds you
Until you let go
–
Youth is fleeting
Do not become to attached
From your young wirey hands
This gift will be quickly snatched
–
But do not lose hope
There is no reason
What you lose one year
You will find stronger
In another season
–
Patience is key
But do not get complacent
Words striking and true
But you truly have to face them
–
In the end
Know your goal
Or destination
There is no minute hand
When the clock is wasting
–
Finally push back
Word hard
And stay committed
When it is all over
You will be glad you did it
–
I hope that in another few years
I can read this back
And have new wisdom
To share
–
But for now
I hope to own these truths
So that I may push on
A time to reflect
Is a time for my heart
To be reset
Cigarettes, Dry Grass, and Rubber
Smell the Open Road
Gas tanks filled with spring water
After an evening rain
Burnt oil
Mixed with crisp dry grass
Exhaust, rubber, and leaves
Animal carcasses and skunks
A breeze off the mountain
The clatter of a loose strut
The smell of day old coffee
Cigarettes burnt and discarded
This is what the open road
Means
The smell of the iron factories
On the southern belt of lake Michigan
Bellowing smoke into the pale virgin air
Blowing through vents
Uninvited and black
The water air carries it slowly into the sky
As tires burn
Coal burns
Into the morning sky
To the mountains north of New York
The cities production
To leave the consumer with a knife and fork
These days on the road
Go long and slow
The smell of semi barreling down the road
Reminds me of black soot wrapped in burnt grass
With a wind swept freshness
This is the open road
And what it means to me
Don’t Be Shy
Don’t be shy
When I come around
You know that
I’m your guy
And you’re my girl
–
There’s no time
To talk it out
We’ll spend sum more
Money on
The simple soul
–
When we dance
We spend our time
So quietly
I don’t know
Where it goes
–
*Chorus*
But oh
Where is
The burning in
My brittle soul
For you now
But I know that well make it out
We will make it out
Oh
We’ll make it out
For my crown
For you
–
There’s no time
To wait out the storm
It’ll be just fine
Lets go now
It’s letting up
–
Let me go
Stories you
Told burn my soul
Uh oh oh
Who oh oh
–
Hey sister there
The one with the bitter soul
I swear
We make it alright
We make it ok
–
*Chorus*
There is no time for us
The way to make the best of us
We make our way
As we go down there
As we go down the other way
Whoa uh oh
As we make it home
–
We make it out
On a Tuesday night
We play each other
fine and solos
Sun Bleached Dashboards
Oh Florida
I need those palm trees
And that warm humid breeze
The salt waters on the gulf
Even the tourists have forgotten
That even at oceans bottom
Smooth sands of Florida
Will remain to be
Those hot days with no reprieve
Sun bleached dashboards
The geriatric community agrees
That on a warm summers night
In September
We await the cool fall eaves of late November
And that is what Florida will always remain to me
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