Tactics

A doer simply does
There is no big ‘because’
He wishes to say finished
When describing work that was

A dreamer tends to see
The best way things can be
His hope is not diminished
Despite reality.

Stipulation

It was the war of twenty three
And they had us on the ropes
There was an awful scarcity
Of food, and we were losing hope

And I was never more confused
Than when that flash destroyed the sky
I laid there lonely, cut and bruised
And screamed WHY GOD WHY?

But all I heard was sounds of pain
And not a peep from up above
Attempts at peace are all in vain
Unless inspired by love.

Detachment

I watched two seagulls soar over my head
And three that were farther away
Bemused why they’d choose to be here instead
Of somewhere out over a bay

But if you can fly, who’s to say
What your location should be
Riding the wind never causes dismay
When wherever you are you’re free.

Spotless?

If you’re having trouble trying to see
So certain yours is the only way to be
That despite new facts you haven’t budged
How long before you know the lens is smudged?

Supplication

You can say that everything runs it's course
and that there is no benevolent force
that helps us when we diligently pray
but I shall continue to show respect
when I reverently genuflect
as I will humbly plead for you today.

Routine

Whenever I fully commit
Everything just turns to shit
And that is the reason (I guess)
Why I never have had much success

I’ve come to accept this is why
I’m happy enough to get by
It’s pointless to ever feel stressed
Time to get up and get dressed.

Mature

To garden is to sow
a small uncertain seed
to crouch down low
water and weed
let no critters feed
and nurture each row
you’ll find (guaranteed)
to garden is to grow.

Sylvan Lady

In the valley where the sunlight takes the longest to touch ground
There stands a shady tree
Beneath it’s emerald canopy another world is found
Where I am completely free

Sylvan Lady can I dance with you a while
With your flowing hair and nurturing smile
The day is almost done and I have much to do
But Sylvan Lady I would rather pass my time with you.

Nipped

A mustache so fake
Will never quite make
You a man so behave
Or you’ll have a close shave.

Nourishment

The sustenance we savor
Has more than juicy flavor
It’s rich in many nutrients as well
While junk is satisfying
Don’t be relying
On it, or your hunger won’t dispel.

Piercing

There’s so much more to life
Than all this pointless strife
As they give another twist
To the ideological knife

That’s sunk in to the hilt
A tarnished blade of guilt
The puppet makers now enlist
Protecting what they’ve built

But if your armor is tough
You can just deflect this stuff
Until the programmed folks get pissed
And scream “Enough’s Enough!”

Informed

Do you feel free today?
Remember how quickly it went away;
Believe what the experts say
And tyranny is here to stay.
You can choose to yield without a fight
Or obey in your heart what you know is right.

Durability

A maple and a cypress were growing side by side
One was sweet and tender, one much tougher inside
That must be the reason centurions relied

Upon this wood to suspend someone
For simply being God’s only Son
Through strength redemption is won.

Hit and Run

The beginning of the end
Of the trust my friend
Was when you began
What you can’t defend

A vicious attack
Where the front was my back
Until you just ran
For it’s honor you lack.

Common

He always was a good citizen
And did whatever they said
A dedicated denizen
Full of whatever they fed

He paid his taxes religiously
Delighted his duty was done
They pilfered quite prodigiously
He shrugged “That’s how things run.”

He always was a good citizen
When they said bleed, he bled
“He always was a good citizen!”
They said once he was dead.