Acute evolution toward the firmament

Doubt has been strewn out across the floor
like a field of wounded soldiers in death throes
The cloud hangs down just low enough for the young man to grab it
Bring it all down like a mega pinãta, slash it -stab it
break it open hungry jaws chomping the contents

The young man stood, looking over the prize, symbolic prom queen half naked in his arms
Fire brewing in his hands like a magician with a gallon of charm
Doors all open like his eyes now running on unleaded ambition
Flammable optimism that burns everything but him

Pushing the walls back and marching over these carbon stained lands
What will I plant in these wilted soils asks the young man
Tilling the earth he grabs the sky one more time
The brazen boy plants the whole horizon

Ohh some say he went too far
As he waters it each day with one million liters of Bellion

Truth
Generosity
Ascension

Power in the dawn-seeking bliss

This new day will require all my power
Shaking in the dark of the dawn not ready to cower
Face the stars last farewell as the sky lights up to play
The new strength is a strange steel working it's way into my veins

The words in this line tremble with that leaf growth acceleration
I'm all over the morning like breakfast plates, yawns and first blast showers
A thousand times the man with just enough will to allow it
Flexing for the sun rise and auditing the life lies

First ray hits me, I hit it with my Wednesday body
Wind sending goodwill as it passes my heart optimistic and bloody
Ears transmitting appreciation toward my true sense of god
Getting an inch closer to that perfect version of myself

Who engineered the mirror
made it me in the foot of creation getting clearer
In the thick and thin of the cosmos
in the garage of time, being made a boss

Lets blame the dawn, Yet I thank it handshake real smile uplifting
Reward my true sense of god and watch life pass from the cliff
That overlooks the wondrous existence we were delivered
Words askew that invited me to be a better man to live this
Flexing for the first light like some comic hero seeking bliss

Awaken
Trust
Flex
Deliver

Don't exchange the milkshake

From the time we see to the time we are gone
like a short lived breeze struggling to blow on
World a magic milkshake or a sewer pipe
What slogan sticks to your chosen brand of life

For the time goes quickly like day's sunshine is shone
Want the next big dream, sacrifice is the ponder
Let go of one thing you are fond of?
Death walks, is life too short to spend in wonder?

From the time we were knee high without the cons
Marvelous imagination kept sorcery in our wands
The World an adventure film based on our wants
growing up to become conformed and ensconced

Not a free thought to cast
Oh god put back the twinkle
When that child like spark is lost
The cost is triple

Versions of the truth that serve adolescent minds
convenient lies that adults indulge to break soul ties
Tools of their trades like sewer pipes
Instead of magic milkshakes and dreams so ripe

Love I'm sure

What will keep you going when the wagon breaks?
How will hope be an egg ready to hatch?
What do you even live for?
Love I'm sure

Where will you go when all doors are shut
even the familiar ones, now closed?
Where can you find that open door?
In love I'm sure

How can you form the kind of life that inspires you?
That gets your heart full of enthusiasm?
That makes the spirit rich no matter how poor
Again I'm sure that by love it's formed

Simple claim that seems so strong
That make life less tough
The universe most sacred law
is love I'm sure

The dog of the other dimension

The face of the dog soot into the clouds
written into the sky gravely, graffity hound
All travelers turned to drive back to their homes
lusting bridges already crossed as they'd roamed

Bridges that seperate world's and values
that part realities and hover over deluge
The dog head etched into the sky
warning any wanderer that disaster is nigh

Superstition may be a joke a loose mouth's give
It all depends which side of the bridge you live
which side of the vowel you stress when a loose mouth sends
Point shout laughter and continue toward the horizon then

Keep rolling toward final destination's wind tide
that broken bridge that has idle repair men either side
talking about the good old days and hiding from the horizon
And there is no river here sir just a seperation

Without the bridge it's just two dogs barking into a mirror
one trying to convince the other it's real out of horror
Not far down from where the realities shift
These dogs trespass at midday's a.m and p.m steep cliff

Current politics

Many tell us of the way to live
Have some special ideal to give
Some use persuasive discourse
Others verbal force
While less of us were born with a sieve

So all the lumps cursedly accumulate
all they say falls on our plate
Those hungry gulp it quickly down
even with an urgent frown
Just to choke on undigested church and state

As it falls from quivering lips
bloodshot eyes come to grips
with the mess sprayed well into blue necked abodes
Chunks rough and round as warts on toads
Crumbs so rare and roaches won't sip
On the regurgitated sludge of current politics

What a journey

What a journey life is said the road
Travelers always crossing over us
What a journey it is claimed the signs
But the sky just sighed and clouded up

What a journey said the rocks in the path
shoes and boots and feet moving toward the horizon
What a journey said the trees
Looking to us for shelter, then leaving to find their prize

What a journey said the mud
they carry me half way to the sea
before I dry crack and get lost in the breeze
What a journey indeed

What a journey said the lost boot
some moose scoops me up away from fireside
and the traveler walks away one boot tired
A journey indeed said the moose unpreoccupied

What a journey said the wheel
bumping along meeting rocks up and personal
profound introductions to mud up to the heels
The wood on it slowly peels