Tough apparel
Thin words
It’s all mixed up
But it’s all good
Tearing at the seems
But still holding on to the hood
Explorations of words
Heard from the sound
Of tearing clothes
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Out of Sync with The Human Race
What’s the news
News new about the blues
All around the doom and gloom
I guess it was coming
Whether it be now
Or sometime soon
I hope there is a better narrative offered
How can any feelings be not fraught with anxiety
Highly toxic situations playing out on TV
Grieving hard to find solutions
Not all caught in one place
Somehow I am out of place
Out of sync with the human race
The Impartial Egg
Dark snow on a light morning
Somehow these days develop
With no warning
Rain falls
Snow to follow
Swallowed up in the lack of light
Untidier and unclean
Steering down the road
Coffee awakes the soul
Somehow I know that more is to come
More uncertainty
More long nights
And warm mornings
Crack the egg
Make the meal
The seal of a simple morning
As the lights come on
Rhetorical Noise
It all comes down to the wire
Unwired and unplugged
Unscrewed undone
Why are we all caught up in the glue
Of the everyday
Power is power
Love is love
What comes above
Is respect and dignity
Unbeknownst to me
How to relearn
Love and noise
Are separated at the inception
I hope we all separate the truth
From deception
I Didn’t Pay for This
Stars in the news
Youtube megamillions
Billions of views
PewDiePie
Honestly, what the hell
Is going on
Where did we get it all wrong
From one not to the next
This is a most horrendous song
You get what you pay for
But I didn’t pay for this
Bombshells like his
Goodness
Hourglass; Tell Me
Hourglass tell me what time will bring
What joys my heart will sing
What pain will be laid on my heart
How I will be broken
And how I will put it all back apart
Will I be rich
Will I be poor
Will I have to ask for help a little more
Hourglass read me my hours
As I fall asleep
Tell me what will be lost
And what I can keep
What is whole
To me known and unknown
Hourglass fasten my eyes on the future
Hourglass bring me hope a little sooner
LA On A Saturday Night
Pull down the street with lights not the cars
Cops interviewing a man on a bike
“Is it safe to pass”
I ask
“Not quite sure what all happened here,
A shooting I guess”
Was his response
My stomach turned a bit
“We are staying up the street,
Will we be alright?”
“You should be fine”
This is LA on a Saturday night
Tonight, What The
What is with the lights
The flashing down the street
What the hell
On a Saturday night
Is that where we were supposed to stay
I hope everyone is OK
The world move a little slower that night in LA
What a night
What a morning
In the morning
We should get going
South LA
At Hanks Bistro
In South LA
It’s a quiet Saturday night
Under neon light
On the corner
Waiting for customers
To linger in and inquire
For food and spirits
But for now it a quiet night
In South LA
Malls: The Great Demise
Malls
What will become of these ancient beasts
As the tides of merchandising physically
Eternally decrease
What will happen to the giant escalators
The buildings will be filled with vacancies
Then what are we left with
A skeleton of what was
Hieroglyphics to be studied about our culture
Pulled apart like the bones of a unlucky prey
Beneath the vulture
What will become of these voids
As our time will be filled up with droids
Clouds in the sky raining on empty buildings
It will not come soon
For some maybe not soon enough
What will happen when tastes and preferences move on
The malls are going to get ditched
Pretty rough
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