carrot on a stick
the poor donkey never gets
what if we're the ***

they want reaction
to answer hate with more hate
pray for their lost souls

never pausing world
still revolving without you
imagine the gall

silver tongued liars
lining their pockets with gold
throwing us copper

the swan flew by
on a lonely flight home
the water reflecting her peace

they line their pockets
we the people suffer so
this will be painful

king of kings
conquers without war
love his sword

between life and death
like long pauses after breaths
purgatory rests

turn around is fair play
we have been ******* over so long
some have Stockholm Syndrome

seems people need to hate
living their lives wanting someone to blame
stupid pawns in others games

twenty forty six
black dragon will reappear
the earth will tremble

funeral processions
summers fading into fall
winters after all

hand dug cobalt mines
fiberglass windmill turbines
planet saving lies
global energy lay lines
telsa coils would work just fine

for this country boy
barbeque pork and cornbread
is a five star meal

was instant freedom
when the training wheels were off
we would ride till dark

thunder and lightning
all in the wink of her eye
left me paralyzed

rise and fall like tides
but the moons' television
on whims of broadcast

love to hate
when nothing is left
all the rage

empty bread basket
scrambling for the little crumbs
gluttons left behind

to live peacefully
among this worldly tempest
impossible dream
as freedom and liberty
weep into our tattered land

lions feed
to the cheering crowds
hunted still

you can never die
our souls live on forever
earthly flesh does not

she's always around
even faded memories
remember her love

eddy turned whirlpool
like a mountain from molehill
is all in the mind

do shadows scare you
not quite seen never unseen
that is your savior
those living without such fear
should be the ones you keep near

ride thought waves
feed what the mind craves
writing saves

oh the world is staged
bad actors as our heroes
villain directed

used to bag groceries
to earn a few extra bucks
now I pay for the bags
and bag my own

nothings free
even courtesy
costs money

history depends
one who is wielding the pen
hopefully good wins

my youthful brightness
faded like the setting sun
the dusk torments me

a new world order
banks digital currency
for easy control
your thoughts movements purchases
all inside cozy districts

this simulation
has other simulations
total distraction

I sure love baked beans
Mom called'em John Wayne beans
I loved his movies

when I eat mussels
I always think lemon
then Squeeze

when drifting downstream
never fight the outward flow
just enjoy the ride
once tired just drift to the side
enjoy others passing by

worn denim jacket
sewn on patches covered holes
earned from constant wear
Rolling Stone lips was a must
maybe Black Flag for the punks

place had a juke box
she would pick Jack and Diane
wearing Bobby Brooks

They say time matches on
Not like a July fourth homecoming parade
But a slow Orleans procession

meeting someone whos'
beauty is matched by kindness
a rare gem indeed
my lovely wife is that soul
one of God's purposeful seeds
planted in my life
a most barren of places
now it overflows
truest love in abundance
and a heart of solid gold

roller coaster drop
my breath is leaving feeling
that first sight of you