Home Sweet Home

 Free verse and never rehearsed,

Channeling from the 1970s paneling and stories of the universe,

To the memories of the decades and the emotions from the recordings of the energies,

Things are looking confusing you see,

A shadow in the corner might be a residual from history,

Could it be something I always see,

The 3am power surges are getting kinda annoying to me,

Maybe there was tragedy or the happiness from all the holidays seen,

The land could be a native scene where there was foraging and ceremonies,

Chanting in the evening wind from underneath the pine outside,

Maybe a sign and that´s fine,

We need these little things to humble our minds,

Even the wood grain is speaking to me,

The cellar was a winery through the prohibition debauchery,

The river was so close you see,

That smuggling it had to be,

The hums and the whispers and the feel of cats whiskers,

From the families before that shared this same floor,

Its fun to think of the conversations had right beside of me,

That i´ll never see, but will always be a part of history,

Ornate woodwork and windows so old that they look like a frosty waterfall,

Tell tales of renovations through the last one score and two years connected to a century,

Appreciation of the generations that kept it up and insured that it´d be left with me,

I´m thankful that there is a roof over me and my family,

I will make sure to share the love and keep it up,

In 77 years she´ll be standing in her second century,

Along with my personal Liberty Tree and the original grape vines from the Italian family history,

Appreciation of everything that molds the future,

Is nothing short of the life miracle suture,

If we all hold it together,

We will all live on forever... 

Rejuvenation 48

Positivity is never a given to me,

I try and I try to get the positive vibe,

Sometimes it misses and does not provide,

Seaking the need for the happiness seed we do many things that will likely impede,

Who´ll take the lead, will it be the regular me or the me that´s left speaking for the whole world to see,

Eventually ill find it there is no doubt in that,

But when the positive strays its like mental combat,

Ill be looking for that and most times ill find the reason that I let myself drift,

The searching the needing for the infectious laughs of the looking in class,

You feel like you´re caged in and everyone laughs,

But even behind the glass your mind can relax and bring back the light that was shut out in the confusion of the illusion of the backwards depression session that led you into a personal recession,

You see it again and its coming in like a flight from nowhere and where you never have been,

but its familiar again, the light starts to focus to let your life shine again,

there is no looking back because the fact of the matter is you are past all of that,

You see clearly and feel like you´re new and for all those that know you they see you again,

With big smiles they approach you and ask where have you been,

The darkness my friends, the confusion and overwhelming myself had set in,

Its okay though, I am my own sunrise and to be the real me I don´t need no disguise,

The ones that know me have seen me fall and rise and have been there again with open arms and welcome backs to the now again you can thrive,

The me that was missing is now coming back,

I hope youre still with me it was quite black,

You believed in my energy and all that I could give,

That makes me happy to know we all give,

Its mine and your right to brighten the light of all of the darkness brought on by fright,

Just be there for me and ill be there for you and forever we´ll conquer the whatever together...

Frustration Nation

Take it or leave it,

You don´t have to believe it or grieve it or backtrack and retrieve it,

Walking it back to the round robin regret,

The strangest looks from the marionette that makes the bet on where to go next,

Its outrageous the courageous and the ways that they train us,

The brainwashing of the masses and the smashing of the glasses,

Reintroduced to the incoming trances that enhances the chances of regarding the leaders as nothing but asses. 

The brackets the rackets their protected by the cashes of the richest who control the population of the nation with a scaring intention of rhetorical convention,

The invention of the newest dimension from the deepest of pits in the fiery detention,

Their screaming in haste that leaves a bad taste and then without warning its all been a waste,

Say it to my face if you have a true case if not back off and crawl away through the swamps of your mind bending thought and you're only capable of growing black crop, 

Mic drops, the end of the night becomes a contentious and disastrous flop, and all that´s left is to mop up the cruel intentions left by scientists midnight drive to thin out the population and only leave the selected few alive,

Taking into contention the abbreviations of inoculations that stick like a dart in the flesh of the many, is it too late or can the rest be saved or systematically and corporately enslaved,

Don´t worry about the blow-back from the parties that claim they got your back, both are at war with each other and could give a crap about the middle man the poor in this land, its about the wealthy and the pockets they pad,

You've been had, don´t be sad if it happens all over again not my bad, you ask your dad if everything is okay while hes stocking up on shells for when it all goes the wrong way,

What can I say there were warnings but nobody cared when the checks flowed like hornets into the hands of the people across the land, they got the shaft and the government laughed as they knew they were ready to cut off your hands,

Lets keep this a thought whether we like it or not, we need to fight back and push back the rotten before 

we´re all forgotten in a land that was always the gold standard of freedom and the American dream, it´d be nice to cure all of this with a deep primal scream!