I care not
for the age I am

Too much sand has past through the hourglass
gram after gram

. . . . . . .

Wishing that I could
turn it around
But time has the chapters of the book
locked-strapped down

. . . . . .

Then after I fell
from the tree and
hard-thumped the ground

I stood up and I looked sheeplessly around

"Egad" ! I said with a reluctant scowl
I care not
for this moment wiping the pain off my brow

. . . . . . . .


Now that the salt has
turned blue steel to rust

It leaves me with thoughts that I find just disgust

. . . . . . .

The temple crowns . . .
snow white in disguise

The truth is affirmed
inside reside all of the lies

. . . . . . .

So many things
I care not for . . .

Seems like the list aquires
daily
more after more

. . . . . . . . .

The burden's great that holds me down

The elementals of time
have shackled me to the roots in the ground

. . . . . . .

Yet I set sail to sea
with one set of sure-sails

knowing there's hurricane force winds
and tempestuous gales

. . . . . . .

Just one more thing I care not for  👇

"I'm just another mouse that wants to hear itself roar"

Is it really that black and white?
To choose a side,
is it red or blue?
Whats true for me,
or whats "best" for you?

Where have all the flowers gone?
Burned to dust in California.
Drowned to death in Lousiana.
Blown away in the Central states.

We are left with heartbreak,
                    and rage....

We reap what we sow,
isnt that what they say?
Is this why Violets lie in my wake?

So where have all the flowers gone?
Raise your eyes and see,
count our stars.

Love is free.

If John the Baptist
were alive today
he would be wearing
second hand clothes
with holes in them .
He would be living
on the streets
with cardboard
for shelter

He would be
eating out of garbage cans
but he would never
need to beg

He would be
on every street corner
telling us we must
repent and to prepare
for one coming
that would be greater
than him

And no one
would be listening
to a homeless
man on the street

How am i to ever suffice,
When it's my blood and your dice,
When it's my blood I drain,
When it's your hand that makes it rain,
Existence is a sin we must weave
Existence is a sin we must grieve

Good god!! this grief has preyed on me whole,
A mere widow to the happiness you once stole,
lethargy that knits out of me a swine
I see people I no longer get to claim mine
I see violence carry my deeds
A reign equipped to no one's need
I do not know how to love
I do not know how to trust
I obligate, I merely rust
No amber could survive this burning
My hate alone begs for your discerning
I delude me in your charm
You house me in a body meant for harm
I am a tomb of history unlearnt
No art slits my skin unearned
There is no blossom, there is no bloom
My hypocrisy has me sing a delirious tune
My eyes swell but never dwell
They fear they are unjust and unwell
They are a taunt to my grave
As they beckon a flower with the tears they heed