Light of day never faltersOr hangs in the balanceOf hatred or romanceBut what was…And the slip of the decayIs of consequenceNot of usBut what may.So to marchAnd live onLike the poetUntil it’s gone.
It’s not real But desired.
Make my day.
Oh this is WAY better than mine! Who’s controlling you?
Conspiracy theories are popular in American culture. I have never been one to give into them, or think of them. The idea that the CIA hired Lee Harvey Oswald to assassinate JFK doesn’t seem possible to me, for example. Bigfoot sightings are simply for the amusement of the bored or drug-induced mind I think. I …
To the song bird who singsNot for perfection or mutterings…Spreading love and so much moreLife, if noticed, is adored-A Presence so pure in devotionLeft for my heart and ear consumption…Thank you for teaching beyond your wingsThe appreciation for simpler things-For without reminders during strifeMore of us would lose in life…So I look as you lead …
Become the compass
My vision for 2020 is blurred
To walk aboutBecause of voiceAnd waste it allIs just a vice.No glory will comeJust like the lessonIgnorance in kindNo matter who listens.For was it not already written?It does not matterNor what I believeThe world will end anyway-By necessity.And why?People are fools-When they are foolish…And the stars align accordingly.
For tonightDancing upon the graveTeach the lifeAnd sacrifice I gave.The living may not knowAs We lay dyingThe clarity nowBlocked by their crying.Oh the rageAs seeds are laidNever mind the needOr price I paid.And You will knowToo little too lateJust like usThis is your fate.