Political Pandering

Spare a dollar, spare a dime
Come sit down and waste your time
Listen to the mastery
Of lying faces, politically

We'll do this, we'll do that
Come on up and fill the hat
We'll say one thing and do another
Hopes and dreams we're bound to smother

Spare a dollar, spare a twenty
Put it in, we'll spend plenty
We don't bother to even try
Pay no attention to our lie.

Rembranches reaching through
Heavenly hollows in the clouds
Tranquilly shaping unguided thoughts
of gardens in vasettes
deeply set in delerium

Is it worth holding onto something,
if it was never there to begin with?
Like feeling air everywhere,
but not being able to grasp it

What have you got to lose,
when you offer someone your heart
and they won't take it
It's waiting idly inbetween
for an exchange

Is it worth the wait,
when you have no proof,
no promise
Anticipating an imagined reverie

All you've got is hoping
That their next love will be you
That their next path will lead to you

Hesitant conversation
Made with caution
He sees you
But not really
You are barely there

White walls
That hold no color
No hope in sight
Faded furniture
Stained with careless mistakes
And a heart that feels no remorse

Windows sealed shut
Unable to let air flow free
You feel the suffocation
The imprisonment
The decay

Words of hurt
Hard to say
Fall upon deaf ears
Your tears are nothing
Time together just a waste

a stalk of grass,
a spritely kitten,
at play with a gentle breeze

such enchanting simplicity
I can now only envy
as I trudge through
the density of mind

Blue skies to turn white bones brittle
your steps lose erring spruice
deferring the reverberation of metal
that snake who offers the apple, now to a silent noose,
as if you had a choice, screaming
your wrasping voice quickly lost
grasping the loss of meaning
seamless endlessness is the cost.

Stoplight flashing in the dark.
Heartbeat of a sleeping town.
Red and yellow flashes reaching
into the darkness.
They bounce off storefront glass in all directions.
And the people dream on.
With the dawn resuscitation of
the citizens reflected in a now
tricolor cycling.
The nightly ritual of countless little hamlets
once more complete.

Fighting the urge
So magnetic your pull
You always find me
Filled with your essence
I fall to my bed

Dreams erupe in vibrant color
Until it fades to black
Absent am I
Nothingness ignites
Burning away memory
As ashes quietly settle
And the pain has reseated

Eyes wide open
Day light streaming through like liquid gold
Dust sparkling between shadow
After the daze
And floating thought
I inhale sweet air
With lightness I rise

Another hopeless night
Reborn in pure morning

Let me begin
Find truth through folly
Face the light
Practice life until theory becomes fact
Let me leap
Soar through the galaxy, spinning
So high up, gliding in blurry neon
Reaching for God at our passing glance
Catching space in my hands
Let me love
Caring arms take me to euphoria
Locks, and chains fall from my imprisoned heart
We blossom in love
Familiar smells unleash the flood of memory
Just to keep form floating
Let me sigh
To take a calm breath
Find peace in morning light

Riding nightmares to the war
he screams out his battle-cry
No-man’s land is lonely
he sees the bodies sent to die

A blackened field; trees burning
the horizon flaring red
He knows the streaks of fire
have come to claim his head

No sleep for him, or rest
for his weary soul
He cannot claim a victory
he never reached his goal

Supposed to bring his buddies home
He promised all of them
We’ll get through this boys
though how’s beyond my ken