Through uncounted thoughts.. bout feelings of those gone.. women living love stories.. some just want to spawn..
Wrote of stories lived in pain or glory.. heart and head.. of eternal social ‘they’.. heroes.. how they bled..
Youngsters lower just to glower for politic cause.. look to years.. of Easter Bunnies.. games and Santa Clause..
Glowing angels winged to come when evil growls its dumb.. tax men sniffing openly to tax every crumb..
Bullies reeling social pulleys bend extort and scare.. fear they may lose money.. attack all those who share..
In nonsense they act pretense as ‘everything is theirs’.. 7 figure bank accounts will sue all those who dare..
Now a question from my heart.. balanced in my dreams.. a world where best for everyone.. to know real from ‘what seems’
Know enough.. have grown enough.. have seen from where I stand.. world is big enough my friends for all born to the land..
Fear of old.. what you were told.. something long ago.. seconds lived.. secure to give.. sense the newest show..
When my monkey self walks on concrete of fellow man.. my best respect to other.. met in peace to understand..
‘when it is real.. when it is true.. it is warmer.. fuller.. it seems no matter how advanced our species becomes technologically.. it is still the same ‘Old Chimp’.. justifying the same old nonsense.. with the same old fearful boredom.. causing the same wars.. for excuses changed in name and time only.. holding the scientific.. the metaphysical and spiritual in the same ‘physical stranglehold’.. as ‘dark ages’.. old and new’..