The words I say feel fake
as they pour out my mouth,
a river of assurance
hiding a false facade

My days are filled
with hoping my mask never falls,
but it's glass anyway
that attempts to conceal my face

My cheeks rosey red
as I grind my teeth together,
a pit of worry in my stomache
turns my mind over

I am a pathological liar.

I tell you I hate the winter time, yet I spend hours sledding down icy hills.

I swear I crave attention, but I’m always the one avoiding group dinners.

I profess my disdain for chaos, yet my desk is cluttered with half-finished plans.

I say I’m done with the past, yet I reread old messages like a ritual.

I call myself steady, but I change my mind every time the wind shifts.

I claim I’m tired of this city, though I’ve memorized the names of every street.

I promise I’ll let go, yet I still save receipts from years ago.

I contradict myself with a precision I can’t help but admire,
And maybe the paradox is the most honest thing about me.

I’m just saying
Madder than a hornets
fit to be tired
It’s gonna be a bumpy ride
I’m continuous today
I’m speaking my mind in every way
My guff is full I have much to convey.
Who are they?

Where is congressional oversight?
“They “ won’t leave without a fight
Who are  behind  the elusive “they”
that hide a bill in the darkest night
people are told to vote on it ,without Sight

You can read the bill
after you voted it into law
Is that how all the flamboyant money disappears?
That would justify our suspicions our fears
“They say trust me ,
Predator or prey who are they?

This has been going on for decades
That is the excuse of their charades
Filibustering a bill that will help Americans
For the sake of their constituents
I wonder are they on drugs ******* barbiturate

who are “they “ beholden to
“They” got him into Office what were they buying?
“They” made a deal with the devil constant lying
Naïve, do gooders The government not on the level
  
Isn’t the whole principal flawed?
Predator or prey
Who are they? no more hiding
“They” Seek reek havoc in plain sight

Mostly peaceful protest fire bright
Burning Tesla in broad daylight
Congressional representatives bullhorn in hand
Calling the people To rise up to take a stand

How did they get into government
With their agenda on  race Hate
What about the oath “they” swore
American’s should be saying No More

Who are “they” that infiltrate our interior?
Insisting race, creed color, superior
Why do They find America inferior?
So much they want to tear it down.
Threatening the United States like a clown

Why Would they double down
Unable to profit from the lush trust funds they built
LLC’s exposed follow the money trail tilt
Who are they? How far how deep does this run?

Government officials go into politics to become rich
Off of the backs of the middle class and poor without a stitch  people don’t matter
Americans are waking up now know the score

To the obscene schemes Money laundering
Too fantastical to be true if we really knew
It doesn’t matter what letter is behind “their”names
both sides are lining their pockets,
Like Davy Crockett

feathering their cap for decades hidden
millions billions trillions hide it locket it
How deep does it go? We may never know.
Who are “They” who reap what they sew

Elon admits a target on his back he might be killed
The obscene amount of money power “they” yield
Scratch the surface, don’t go too deep
They’ll dig his grave, keep exposing, don’t sleep

Too far down the rabbit hole to stop now
Corruption in every agency people ask How?
Hear the accusations, give the benefit of the doubt
Ask motivation “They” who the loudest shout

What do “they”not want us to know see
Why do “they” put a false pretest leave it be
What do they stand to lose?
Follow the money innocent or guilty choose

I’m Not on either side.American citizens
want to know where our money was spent
It’s so incredible. It’s hard to believe it’s true.
Congressional hearings bring the receipts

Follow the money from beginning to end
Regardless, who and ware banking sends
America has the right to know what laws are being broke middle class and poor pocketbook spoke

When a person in power comes up for reelection
Their report card should be under inspection
Every bill “ they”voted on or said NO to
should be their report card for the people  to see.

No more behind closed doors. Americans are the bosses to see their test scores.
I’m on the side of Justice for
the United States of America

I’m on the sides of less government more freedom for the people. I don’t want to hear rhetoric double talk or hyperbole show me the proof no more stonewalling no more double talk lying and bamboozling no more stratagem

American people ask, how do you know when a government officials is lying?
punchline their lips are moving
People vote people are choosing informed facts no more boozing snoozing hush Mooney under the table no more special interest payments

Once you good name is lost. It’s lost forever.
They need to prove to the American people
What we bought and paid for
Protect those who are exposing the bad
Protect the whistleblower enough they’ve had
Bring it all to light and let’s clean up the mess
Lowering the budget is anybody’s guess

American towns are burning. What are we learning? They don’t want the truth to come out.
They want the **** killer murderers to stay in our country why?
Who are “They”

Inspired song

What’s going on? 1971
By Marvin Gaye

Money
By Pink Floyd

Street fighting man
By The Rolling Stones 1968

Footnote
I started this poem when Biden was in office and it sat in my draft for a couple of years so this blast the past both administrations, both presidents
just goes to show. History has a way of repeating each other and not in a good way.
I’m not on either side. I’m on the side for the people. However, my Verison may be different, but I’d like to see America great again. Governor Newsom is putting out all these TV ads saying it’s about corporate greed two oil companies are shutting down if they are so greedy in getting so rich why are they leaving because they’re getting slammed with the cost and they can’t afford it. When the banks were falling down May, the government stepped in, but when they’re gonna be charging $10 a gallon for gas, nobody says a dang thing. Three phases of building low income housing for immigrants. Yet Americans have been waiting for years. The newhousing for immigrants
Will be complete in November.. Siri is not ready. We are small rural and we have three sheriffs. That’s it. There’s a small supermarket that was meant for their fishing boating people going up to the lake. This market is directly across the street from the New housing. The park right next-door is a favorite for drug addicts The city’s way to potential problems is to put in bright lighting. It was shining all the apartments that they just made it makes no sense. Immigrants will get free busing from one part to the other. Without a car this is not the place for anyone restarted a neighborhood patrol. I don’t know how effective that will be..

They ask, “How are you?” I say, “Good,”
as if one syllable could
undo the unravel,
as if calm were a place I could travel
just by saying so.

As if good meant whole.
Not hollow. Not holding. Not holes
in a voice note from days ago,
when goodnight meant don’t go,
and goodbye meant I already have.

See, “good” hides in the corners:
in tired good mornings sent across borders
where time zones tangle like limbs once did—
I say good,
but I never meant for this.

Good grief is grief in a Sunday suit.
A tidy way to name the mess.
A eulogy wearing perfume.
A fire dressed up like a candle.

We stretch it over pain
like bedsheets that don’t quite reach the edge.
We say it for comfort. We say it instead
of I’m lonely, or I’m losing,
or I’m learning to lie to myself gently.

There’s good in goodbye,
but only when you don’t look back.
There’s good in goodnight,
but only if you’re sleeping side by side.
There’s good in being good,
but only if no one asks too much.

So no—
I’m not good. I’m practiced.
I’m polished.
I’m passable at pretending.
But ask me again,
and I’ll still say it.
Because it’s easier than explaining
what "good" could never mean.

Listen up,
You’ve been dancing in circles,
thinking you can outrun your own shadow.
But the sun always moves.
And shadows?
They follow.

You patch the cracks,
stack lies on lies like brittle bones,
but every cover you throw
just sinks you deeper.

You wear your little masks,
build fake versions of yourself,
hoping if you play enough parts,
nobody’ll see what’s rotting underneath.
But we see.
Everyone sees.
That theater doesn't scare anyone,
and it sure as hell doesn't scare justice.
Truth won't lose patience.
It doesn't blink.
It waits.

You write your pretty verses,
spit out poems like they’re some kind of shield,
like art can outrun consequence.
Your words are feathers in a hurricane.
They won’t cover the hurt,
They won’t erase the stain.

And don’t forget —
it’s never the sin that buries a man.
It’s the weight of hiding it.

Hidden truth buried deep inside
Feelings weren't enough
Bottled emotion like cigarette smoke
Fuming until you cough

Hiding inside a masquerade
Hoping to fit the mold
Until one day your bow breaks
And your crinkled truth unfolds

Fake happy till the smile fades
Until the once blue sky turns gray
And you wish one day it'll be over
The world will know you're gay

5-6-25   2:29pm

underneath the glitter
the lights
behind the music that makes your ears ring
the screams
and so much rage

there's someone who longs for love
bathes in the quiet
reads her poetry
and sits in solitude


do you see it?
most likely not
she buries it deep
hides it behind a shield
masked as an armor
protected from society

Darkness, darkness, lonely as the grave
Darkness, darkness, teach me to be brave
As shadows fall across the trees
and inky shade stills stormy seas
Darkness, darkness, teach me to be brave.

Darkness, darkness, lonely as the night
Darkness, darkness, take me from the light
Clothe me in the velvet soft black
and weave me a cloak to take me back
Darkness, darkness take me from the light.

Darkness, darkness, lonely as the moon
Darkness, darkness, sing me a soft tune
Hold my hand and lead me away
hide me from the sun of the day
Darkness, darkness, sing me a soft tune.

Chorus:
Gently, hold me, unto the end.
Darkness, darkness. Approach my friend.
Gently, hold me, unto the end.
Darkness, darkness. Approach my friend.