Awethentic

Four of them out there

Could see them from here

Equipped with his gun outcome to him clear

Whatever they wanted, his mind haunted him

Name was Jim

No one left to care for him

Except for a monthly paycheck from sam

Society increasingly strange to see

Fast changing in their morals and values

When in service he had his pals too

Most followed the military metronome 

Around their dome a nice bead of weld

Onto someone else’s ideas they tightly held

The sharp edge of society 

Protecting our own soft underbelly

Grew up emulating cinderelly, and all that cliche 

Not handsome or beautiful no chance for free play

Frowned upon for not fitting in the mold

Temp decreasing some would say cold

When you get my age we’ll see who’s old

On your own dreams and ideas make sure to hold

Play your cards right you won’t have time to fold

The day so far had gone pleasant enough

The whole virus thing was pretty rough

On and on the stories continue

People forget they’re made of more than sinew 

Looking for ways out of what you couldn’t see 

Like religion in the 13th century

Forgot how good it felt to just be

Without you there is no me 

From our fears we try to flee

Poems never orderly, more than he

Storms at sea, or in the harbor

Hair gone so skip the barber 

Worried it all away.  Forgot how to spell P.L.A.Y.

But just as he lay all set to decay and start feeding the hay

It dawned on him how useless dismay was

Only this moment to say how the day was

Automatic climate control 

For your soul

You claim you know how to roll

But lungs like coal

The inner foal kept cold

Looking for a booking from his own agent

Distracted by feeling see where the page went

This new device could sense the ice

Coming before you paid the price 

Kicks the heat on

Donning you with a new perspective

Judge your fellow man but agree to let live 

And if you are running too hot

It may say “cool your jets”

This may be as good as it gets!

Think of consequences before you place your bets

Nice to have this regulator 

Loose lips make them say see you later

Awareness of personality greater

Look in the mirror and see your maker

Plainly stated

Crowds he hated

Although related eyeballs and sockets 

modern life made him think Davey Crocket

A wild frontier 

Where you couldn’t see your piers 

Only deers and elk

No Lawrence Welk

trees and streams 

unfold new dreams

No skyscrapers, papers, drapers, rapers

Only the capers of nature

What she got up to 

You could look up to 

Reminded of all the beautiful differences 

Plain to see where my interest is

The art show kept moving and morphing

Light and dark warm and cold married and divorcing

The transition a sacred courting

Amongst the actors of her play

Each one has their own script

Locked in their D.N.A. like a crypt

People do also but they are more thoughtful

The result of that some would say awful 

Yet life goes on anyway

Does not dally with yesterday 

Come what may this day

Play in he

Plain to see

Not vein will be 

Condiments of his soul 

Compliments of the cold

Certainly it wouldn’t stay lit.  

The flame just wouldn’t commit.   

His hands were so cold it made him feel older.  

The lighter seemed to be a dead soldier.  

Goodbye is what he told her.  

Didn’t consider summer was over. 

Looking and looking for his lost clover.  

Heart beating faster, 

all he could hear her laughter.  

Shivering, dithering, his self esteem withering.   

She made him feel like a king.   

Why couldn’t he just give her the ring.  

Her smile made his heart sing.  

A mile he had walked when his phone went ping.

The message was clear.  She took him sincere.

Because of the rain no one to see him tear.

Let’s just do this! There’s no need to prove this.

I don’t want to lose this. You’re the only one who can improve this

Way past an innocent tryst.   She is at the top of the list!

Better to use lists than clenched fists.   

Grits in the bowl felt like music for his soul

Staying authentic the ultimate goal

No need for the red carpet, or a place on the stock market

Crooked paths were his favorite math

Laden with sorrow

Thoughts stuck on tomorrow

Normally from the future he wouldn’t borrow 

Eyes that shine above the water line

Feeling fine was something he liked to mine

Attitude minerals needed at regular intervals

To relax and explore made him feel less hardcore

Life so beautiful when not busy acting so dutiful 

The velocity of his curiosity seemed to some like an atrocity

But to him it was evolved porosity 

No longer dead headed

Lead headed Ed now fed the dead chow!

Footsteps not sinking so heavy in the mud now 

Seemed easier and easier to hold the big plow 

The next thing to happen was NOW!

untouched. unreached. give all the peaches to the leaches

those that stand alone can suck old scones

the underlings still had supple bones

wondering why we all needed phones

no chance for an independent zone or way of thinking

to him it felt like mentally we were sinking

more than Moores law to dislodge tech from our craw

the loudest guy at the party drinking impossible amounts of bacardi

definitely and absolutely drunk his breath an amazing funk

so far away from thinking what he thunk, if reincarnated he’d be a skunk

the anti monk

hearing and smelling him before his encore

certainly no telling him boy at his core

obviously fit for an adult job no more

for history has shown us there’s no bus for the slow gus

clean that wound or there’ll be puss

this I say to you.. does it have to be true?

could reality be less blue?

if you couldn’t pick one did it matter for two?

talking only theoretical they jump to heretical

to have an opinion meant not being a minion

all chasing happiness, bordered with everlasting fists

laughing fits as long as you stay fit and commit to it

better a nit wit than a witless nit

so unusefull in the tar pit

carefully looking for the next economical booking

decades of escapades near the everglades

and up to Alaska, the ice melts fasta

politicians only there to ease transitions flare!

did not they care to feather their own lair?

yes they did, so they swallowed the bid

caring only for the bottom line, oblivious to the sunshine

sanity barely borderline.

dropping a line, or sipping some wine, he felt fine.

to mime life’s kindess to the mindless

and make them blindness

he had to confess no more could he simply rest

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think of the bull at the rodeo

once that strings on his balls we all know the road he go

entertainment industry lurking

around in circles bucking and jerking

the rest of his days a haze of yays from the crowd

worked into a rage for the sake of the show

owners intention for pockets to grow

similar to you and me in our own society

born at the coral, taught your moral

So cal to Boston all lost in the same

blame the king for he had a mirror

to see him clearer than the peasants

no time to reflect see how fast the check went?

knowledge of self time best spent

keep pushing for the change of your range

in the process exchange sadness for joy

took getting in touch with the inner boy

tried to be nice

they looked at him as if he had lice

boss liked people emotionally the size of mice

better think twice

that single vice with the dual consequences

less and less on the fences

more decisive in his nature

able to see through some of their vapor

grabbing and clamoring for some self meandering

it had been too long since cage bird did sing

sometimes through others he felt the sting

often we put ourselves on a shelf

stacked neatly between the has been and the ash tin

stuck dragging the ashes, not blinking eyelashes

caring enough to look without seeing

her freshly seething. him looking for a brief fling

Neither could tuck there head under the others wing