To be sure, I feel called to take a stand But understand the gravity What terrible consequences could come I’m not fit to be a public figure But This is the why of it (Maybe it can be edifying) The way an act of legislation comes to a vote does not meet any reasonable ethics … Continue reading Why I cannot become a Senator
Dreams; delusions? Reality; sheltered understanding? Is this another attempt, to grandiose to be palatable? Is chasing the dream a fool’s errand? Is it just idiotic? What harm could come from doing what you want? Great harm... Are you dreaming of harm? No, my nightmare is the reactionary state of others... I fear the reckless abandon … Continue reading Daring Dream
I slipt An fell On ice under snow An came up with faith
Effect me my darlings Bring about our prosperity Give pizza Make cheese Flour? ... A mile or more to go in the race We are all shiting ourselves But push on we must Crossing first makes no difference It is the shared achievement And you made it...
Who’s ancestor am I? What do I have to do with your battles? If only I were “dad” I left that dream with righteousness Now I concern myself with the future “For why” Because we should “But they need to much” The rock on the riverbed What does it know? “Settle down” Still the river … Continue reading Just Writin For Because
Today I took a float Across to a solemn paradise With large pacific pines (No... bigger than that) The floor; a blanket of fluffy moss Today I took a float To be the loudest disruption And tread at the root Of paradise Would that I could, bring back peace...
All to touch To hear and see Behind the veil Make clean A coin to toss In the river Maybe scum Believes in bigger See a lantern approach Deep from the cave May dig the miner out Buried in ways “Dun been tryin’ for days”
“The way I sees it,” said the old man, “news is like a tide. If’n ya knew anything, you’d sit and listen. An if’n ya knew more, you’d get your ass off the beach, an git to your chores!” “All that foolishness about, this or that, bah!” The old man muttered, walking away. What was … Continue reading Trying at a fiction typa thing, not so good is i writing
Golden neon leaf Shining soon to snow Every chance a winter One to sit and know Who is out there moving Will the fire keep safe The mystery of our involvement