morning moon
raises
above
the
desert bloom
and
young
lovers
shall
get
here soon
please
stay here
dawn
of
the
morning moon

I’m a working man, I’m licensed
Working with all three of my vices
Ones got a grip, the other a squeeze
That last one gets me down to my knees

At 14 I learned to like the buzz
Trip out wildly, watch out for the fuzz
I never shot up, only smoked and blew my nose
Forget all the highs, felt all the lows

Now I know better, what can I say
All the things I let make me that way
Should’ve known back then it was a mistake
Remember that when you dance at my wake

It was beneficial -
I was young and foolish
life's basic lessons I acquired
the better became my future

the world is never
as one would conceive
much deception does loom
and cause widespread grief

I was foolish and young
wise words from none did I receive
my way I had to find over time
but with experience in well-living I did succeed

sunshine and laughter
blue sky and turquoise water
smiling is my soul

some police poets
and their poetry

the eye of surveilance
the accusations

the instilling of fear
the threat of silence