A song

But not of desperation

instead

it’s a fight to believe

in the American dream

that I was raised with.

Physicians are in the position

to make life or death decisions

or if they even want to listen

to your symptoms.

we are all sick

with chronic limiting beliefs

pained with bills

and bills

and bills

making us ill

driving to kill

it’s dog eat dog.

We are suffering from

blurred visions

our dreams hiding

behind perpetual fog.

Yes we are sick

with food poisoning

Gmos

that companies blame on

UFOs.

meat infused with

growth hormones

dollar menus

causing

heart disease

diabetes

cancer

leaving

patients popping

pharmacy pill prescriptions.

Organic supermarket

fed by the rich

to make revenue

But inequality

and inequity

are not new

to this venue.

This country was built

by slaves

No one giving two fucks

about the lives

they gave.

We are sick

sick

sick

But America

you can still be beautiful

from the Redwood forests

to purple magic mountain majesty,

the fight is not over

nor the struggle to be free

Yes America

I’m fighting to believe

looking for a cure

for my symptoms

to be relieved.

Linear

Obscure fragments
blurred moments
connected to tell
the story.
More pieces
more memories
lead to
masterpieces.
Difficult to
comprehend
til the big
picture
end.
What does it
all mean?
pieces to
peace’s
humanity.
Strategize
then analyze
convinced
that there’s
something
missing.
change your stare
perspective
is as important
as air.

Disillusion

Rupture
clarity
awoken
confusion broken
like
thousand
glass
pieces
litter
wood floor
bare
like truth
steel sword
Can’t be ignored.
grounded
blindfold nevermore.
radiate
vibrant
beyond the veil
of the veil’s
veil
self knowledge
the holy grail
don’t stray
from the trail.

Star child road

Heart wishes

 

Family roaming

the home, never

alone,always cared

for and warm

 

Pitter

patter feet

chasing bulldog

to play

 

Love

enchantment

all around

to stay

 

Spirit

 

Wonder at

the world

Believing the

truth

 

Chasing destiny

Written for

searching, waiting

for signs, intune

 

Exploring, never

held down, wild

stallion attitude

With a half that’s true

 

Journey

 

Releasing lead

breadcrumbs of past

Fighting temptations

That lead to missteps

 

Sailing on lake, calm

enveloped by trees

Pristine green, path

swallowed by the sea

 

Underwater to reach

the core

the answers we

all look for

Hump Day

Jersey jungle drive

Dodging tractor trailershots

Crazy morning rides

 

 

Scar, cat scratched

pink fade

Look down, all I see

is him

Now faithfully his

 

 

Answers deep within

A voice waiting to erupt

Listening to  truth