Latitude

The sunset was there
At the end of the street
Compelling my hopes not to dive
The gold was like hair
Flowing down to the feet
Of this lady that keeps us alive

I love all her curves
And where she is flat
Though deep dark places I shun
I had a few swerves
To get where I’m at
While she has most gracefully spun.

Reallocation

This browser is so outdated
The cookies are way past stale
But nothing will get upgraded
Until being zapped through the veil.

Provisional

For maybe a week or two they shine
Like jewelry in the grand design
Refracting light in every hue
Through precious gems of morning dew
The soon to be delicious line

Adorning every sturdy limb
With opulence that stirs the whim
Of any self respecting drone
In search of petals pollen prone
From which to neatly skim.

All Day

If I told you that conflict was coming
Would you tell me “Don’t worry my friend.”
Or will you hear war hammers drumming
Their martial salute at the end?

You can’t fill a cartridge with rumors
Nor grant a soul solace with lead
But if you ignore nascent tumors
The patient could suffer instead.

The weapon of choice is confusion
More harmful than anything steel
For if we believe the illusion
We won’t see the prison is real.

Integral

Our bodies are symmetrical and yet dichotomous
Requiring opposing sides to make the most of us
Our spirits are ethereal and anchor everything
But only through the grace of God will true coherence spring.

Upshot

Validation matters not
When facing such a massive plot
Forego the need for special sauce
You must write off the coming loss
If we hope to have a shot

But trust me, we’ll be made to pay
Despite what the redeemers say
In this world there is no free
The question: can we foot the fee?
Roll up your sleeves, it’s payback day!

Staged

Did you know
A year ago
Your life would change forever
Elected fools
Imposed their rules
Believing themselves so clever
We complied
As freedom died
Although we all said never
And now restrained
Our will has waned
The Hangman grasps the lever.

Is It?

It is what it is
I’ve often heard said
Where it refers to something
Better left unsaid

But if you can’t face it
How will it ever change?
Words should solve problems
Before they estrange.

Telling

I never thought my words would find a place
Upon the plinth reserved for works of grace
But hoped to jot a cogent line or two
That maybe made some people say – “Who knew?”

Surreal

Her left eye was very high
The other kind of low
I mulled if I should say goodbye
Or a colorful hello

I told her she looked cool
She nodded, “As a cube,
now be a helpful little fool
and crack another tube.”

I browsed her box of paint
To try and find the hue
That filled in something faint
A one composed of two?

Awkward

“How strangely will the Tools of a Tyrant pervert the plain Meaning of Words!”

~Samuel Adams~

The TV tells me things that don’t make sense
Compelling my compulsion for the fence
But not so I can blithely sit astride
More so for a place to try and hide

Though soon there won’t be anything we’ve got
That isn’t somehow theirs to take. The plot
Is plain yet convoluted to convince
Those who watch the news without a wince.

Upright

Another year to persevere
And help protect what I hold dear
So let me state this loud and clear:
I will not bow to fostered fear.

Systemic

You can’t sow
without a seed
Or ever grow
gouged by greed
With every blow
they make us bleed
Till all we know
is endless need.

Release

The roman stripes embossed
Upon that hammered clay
Displayed the awful cost
Of vows fulfilled that day
When the stone was rolled away.

The flesh was never lost
Transfigured like a ray
Of light, the Holy Ghost
Relieves what burdens weigh,
Once the stone is rolled away.

Deserted

As I look southward to a distant hill
A gaunt dryad stands tall and still
Enchanting me with unbending will

it’s creaky incantations call
In rattling whispers (thanks to fall)
And all my inhibitions stall

But I have never seen a sign
That there’s a way beyond this pine
So on I drive as pistons whine

With no one left around to lead
It’s pointless to reduce my speed
Approval never was a need.