Draft

I hear you spout your lies. Watch you beg for forgiveness.

Say you washed your mouth clean.  No more nonsense.

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Small Steps – poem/lyrics

Take a small step.

Move one foot at a time.

Only go forward.

Or you get left behind.

Gotta stay balanced.

Can’t fall out of line.

Keep up those small steps.

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Reach that cruising speed.

Balanced and up right.

A tall but unsure walk.

Doubt is masked as pride.

A cache of weapons at hand.

And not fully convinced to fight.

Keep up those small steps.

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Take a small step.

Move one foot at a time.

Slow down take a breath.

Hang out on the side.

A short run, one big jump.

Not eager to cross the finish line.

Keep up those small steps.

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Stop! – new short poem/lyrics

Stop!
We’ve heard your facts before.
Shouted loud like a lions roar.
Repeated as you wish.
Can’t change the historical record.
Just stop.

Stop!
The bickering and namecalling ruse.
The whole nobody’s been more critized than you.
Everytime you type.
The more we lose.
Stop, please.

Stop!
Words can inspire actions.
Can be used to invite violence.
Hot heads are childish.
Use your head before offering any kind of response.
Please, stop.

Stop!
Giving each side fuel.
Acting like a bully at school.
Work for all, unify us.
A job well done can’t be denied if it’s true.
Until then, I beg, please just stop.

Return Empty Handed – new song/poem

A newly created song/poem.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

I was young when I strayed.
Illusions of wealth and fame.
A grand ill thought out plan.
Of running away.
In my eyes I had to run.
To take what I thought was mine.
A man with fire in my blood.
A man with an unfaltering drive.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Arrived on New Year’s Eve.
Shocked by what I’d seen.
Thousands of people just like me.
They could play, and dance, and sing.
Grew up being told I was special.
Unique and one of a kind.
My heart was crushed.
I was sold a well meant lie.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Adjust to a new reality.
Just another fish in the sea.
Accept I can be beat.
Always someone better than me.
Gave it my best and failed.
The story of my life.
Can’t claim a success.
But at least I tried.
At least I tried.

Just A New Unfinished Poem

A glimmer of sun. A faintness of shine.

Can’t ignore the elephant wanting to wipe out mankind.

Read all the books. Double checked the math.

Disregard the studies. Twist the facts.

Claim it’s “alt”. Everybody else is fake.

Provide no evidence, the victim you still play.

Being called out and you holler about a witch hunt.

The last time around it was you and your cronies with their pitchforks slinging mud.

Is this time supposed to be different? Done nothing to deserve our respect.

With each media spat, you sink lower than the Titanic.