Did you hear.. I did clearly.. drummer said it well.. about something called ‘Future Needs’ to guarantee and tell.. ‘next days’ without fear.. good living.. all across the land.. in the water.. hills and valleys.. grains of dirt and sand..
Centuries back days of the rack.. democracy and cross.. sane some twisted.. truth resisted.. great and greater cost.. inquisition no position save chants of a monk.. who tortured for attention.. got all new babes to dunk..
Alone inside.. my essence cried for things done on this earth.. pondered what cannot be changed.. then sought to change the worth.. fated seconds beckoning.. met well what I did.. actors in plays shined.. when I met Mr. Id..
‘Hey you’.. someone.. seems today traffic slows us down.. traffic jams.. turkeys.. rams.. deer.. lions walk round town.. cannot lie.. thus will not.. honor bound from birth.. simple sees confusion.. Eden lives to give on Earth..
Thoughts.. We will be held to Earth and physical measurement until the universe.. a wonderful.. starry sky.. eternity unfolding.. shares the secrets of our very minds.. as endless.. as wonderful..
Mankind does not have to.. nor should it.. repeat mistakes any can make.. and many do.. much as thoughts or feelings chasing themselves around.. finding their only purpose in a lack of direction.. the criminal act of war will never accomplish anything but a call to destruction.. killing.. and any crime that may come to ones imagination..
Long ago a friend of mine was doing a county bit behind weed.. in their infinite attacks on wisdom.. sense and reality the County of San Diego was building a runway somewhere in the southwest middle of the Mojave desert.. I went to visit Homer on the way back from Arizona.. the ‘fellas’ were in a two ton truck.. seated for lunch.. and being driven to a quantset hut.. a plane was coming in for a landing.. this small plane taxied to and collided with the truck.. one plane.. one truck.. a great metaphor for politics.. in the desert..