Street was wet no dreams to get or set a way today.. just illusion pumping jumping stumps of yesterday..
Old armies of Dixie how the sufferin’ came to be.. something should have never been.. still it seems to be..
Saw a light from the sidewalk down by world of lights.. where a mother with her child in stroller clean and right..
Saw reflected in rain falling to the sacred ground.. angels sang in harmony.. rainbows all around..
Saw a camel questioning in look a human tool.. averted head from where what bled acts of humans cruel..
Saw a leprechaun counting green gold as he changed.. from a magic creature.. to old banker john deranged..
Saw homeowner Harry still suffering wife and kids.. unbelieving at a loan he took.. what greedy lenders did..
Saw a billion thinkers who just could not turn away.. from the mouths of sadness back to claim another day.
‘Rush to judgment’ was a call that caused fall of the mind.. handing purpose in a war so hard to start and find..
Must have been important.. must have been the only thing.. default found in borrowers who had nary a thing..
‘Still we find them useful’ said the salesman candidate..’even though they are not up to par.. can’t pull their weight’..
We will find them toys of joy they know from age of ten.. media set mind to hero mode.. ten years again..
Never ever let a sound speak greed or hate.. they may recognize when seeing we discriminate..
All along the path where trash is thrown to the winds.. even winds knew better than to pass that way again..
Dreams from heart and mind to find a kindness needed so.. steam better than gasoline.. not really far to go..
One trip each and every child wild private and free.. our world of beauty clouds awaits alive in greenery..
Top hatted.. trim defatted women celebrate.. times when home.. secure and warm with love.. the kids.. a mate..
Food in cupboards.. smiles on faces.. water in the well.. warm assurance comes.. train whistle.. hollow mission bells..
Lay you to a place where nothing save your meditate.. no distractions.. sounds or actions.. you.. conscience and fate..
In a world where mirrors lost performing fashion due.. your giving love your savior child.. is never lost to you..
Flagon of a dragon drink to wash away the gloom.. good stories sung in harmony.. as light comes to the room..