The saga continues

Day by Day
More or less in a desultory ride
Through the motions they find their stride
Until then, going along with the tide
Disappointing performance quality pride
Overall Purpose muddled in every way
It’s not what they do it’s what they say

Burning Tesla cars in the street
Throwing bricks at police
Protest officers walking their beat
Riot gear from head to feet

Without a soul
A Rioter’s goal
To take control
Unrelenting exacts a toll

City by the Bay LA
Peaceful protest Snatched away
Leadership lacking
Violent Rioters packing

Activist extremist in disguise
Hiding in plain sight realized
Extremist sleeper cells In the crowd
Violence encouraged allowed

Vandalizing stealing thievery looting
Speakers chanting recruiting
Their one true purpose deluding

A time will come when the messages is clear
Serpent slave time is near
Empowered they shove us to our knees
Evil thoughts do as they please


Rile up agitators
Governor Newsom says
The quiet part out loud
“ I don’t care”

Defiant, proud, inciting the crowd
Chanting rhetoric bullhorn loud
First he let the Palisades burn
Now it’s illegal immigrants turn

His practice lines are well rehearsed
Turned his back on the dead first
He told Police
Don’t intrude it will only get worse

The press President Trump media blamed
A Lying Beast cannot be tamed
Word by word verse by verse
The essence of an evil curse

Mayor Bass habitual, swearing
Lack of compassion nor caring
Hatred for the Presidency preparing
Destroy capitalism remnant rants daring

Trump wants
to stop those who
Escalate
Capitulate
Violate


The State is
Up for grab
Everything can be had
Break it Loot it take it all
California will eventually fall

The rich middle class moving away
Many ask, why do I stay?
God gave me  His call
It’s not time for California to fall,
The inertia of it all

Illegals fly the flag
of the country they fled,
Never wanting to return

While Burning the flag of
The country
they never want to leave
Rhetoric babble practice to deceive

This is not about blending in
This is an insurrection
What They want is to destroy America
Rebuild from the ground up

The destruction they have planned
For our country, our land
But we’re too ignorant to see
We are on our knees
Trying to appease and please
Because we put ourselves there

I grew up in California
On a small country farm
Local flavor friendly charm.
Gone; Community’s cities ghost town
One last look around
Massive areas
Burnt to the ground

Call a place paradise
Kiss it goodbye
A lump in my throat, a tear in my eye
One day I’ll say a final goodbye

Evil doers like locus destroy another city
It’s a pity it’s a shame unrecognizable blame
Drug lords human traffickers cartel gangs
Welcome to Los Angeles turf war claims

Inspired song

American pie 1971
By Don McLean

(the Father Son and the Holy Ghost took the last train for the coast the day the music died)

They sat by the sidewalk  
Their eyes made of steel
Lack of vision
Labelled impaired

Every evening
I pass by at five
I watch them sing
A twinkle in those pair of eyes
As they smile

The little boy
Apple of their eye
Jumps with joy
Not a note missed
A duet performed
The lyrics followed
On the smart phone

A vision for the wise
Lacking in the eyes
The creator’s flaw
Undeterred
Every evening at five
They play live

From a distance, she gazes with a sigh,
At the man by the sea, a captivating sight.
Lost in thought, he searches deep inside,
For the truth of who he’s meant to be,
and the path he’ll choose to ride.

She lifts a hand, a hesitant wave,
Like the ocean’s gentle touch
on the shore’s soft cave.
Yet doubt creeps in, as she questions her move,
Should she approach, or quietly slip away,
and let him find his groove?

The ocean’s vastness mirrors
her own uncertainty,
As she weighs the risk of reaching out,
and the comfort of anonymity.
For now, she stands, frozen in contemplation,
Torn between connection and solitude’s liberation.