One generation builds so that the next can enjoy life and the children of that generation from this lap of luxury can destroy.

This is the cycle.

Repeat or break?

I tell her bullshit does not baffle brains.

That tears 😢 don’t make lies come true.

I know these standards can be high…

On narrow roads with clear view.

Maybe I should just shut up.

And let her find her way.

Maybe this is how it is.

In a world that’s gone astray.

It’s early in the morning

I’m not yet out of bed

Scrolling with my finger

About things Y”all have said

I guess its now or never

The early get the worm

Can’t say that I am tempted

I’ll stay here on mattress firm.

Nothing ventured, little gained.

There’s a whisper you can choose.

I tried and tried to find the words.

Where the wise and wordy lose.

They say that silence is a virtue.

But do they really know?

Or are they more like me and you?

Don’t know when it’s time to go.

If you want to find out if someone is an Alcoholic… Just say “NO” to them.

The Terror came in midweek and sat upon the shore.

In the space that lies between, the beauty and the roar.

The strangers came to take me to a land so far away.

Nor one of them said for sure the time, they’d return for me someday.

There’s a distance in the whispering, that can’t be heard by some.

It’s quiet and it’s haunting with the soft beat and a hum.

It’s all that I hold on to when the madness comes around.

And I’m swimming in the waters where parts of me have drowned.

There’s nothing to be taken that is not of life or light.

Worth any more than spit or gold; it’s courage for the fight.

Sometimes when I’m sleeping they are reaching out somehow.

There’s so much more that I don’t know… and all we have is now.

You’ve have been sitting and watching!

Nothing else to do.

Sedentary without guilt or shame.

No need to feel blue.

You said you fear the bad men.

That terror in the heart.

They don’t fear your watchful eye.

Doesn’t faze or rip them apart.

He said, “The world does need these bad men.”

“Keeps other bad men from your door.”

Its the balance of light and darkness.

If indeed you’re keeping score.

No mention of the ladies?

There’s bad bitches too.

But you don’t see that coming.

That beauty blinds your view.

This tale is old and tested.

Desire is at the core.

If you don’t want something nice.

Then darkness wins the war.

That feeling of life slipping away…

Through fingers of time has somehow escaped me.

I don’t know why, however I do know it burdens you.

I see it in the lines of your face and feel it in the chill of your touch.

You feel as though life is a trap; no matter how many times I tell you no!

It is a gateway and what you do here matters.

Nothing new…

Same old same old.

Third wave blue.

Is bought and sold.

Tough to chew

And hard to hold.

Blessings few.

Same old same old.

It’s grey and cool in limbo.

All signs they point to wait.

They say that school is no go.

So sad it is the fate.

The murmurs they are growing.

Once pain, now discontent.

Bad seeds these ill winds sowing.

Not broke, just badly bent.