These lines of lost Latin dreams on forlorn streets of sad songs sung by mariachi’s
Grab ahold of me and my desire to create arousals,
The art of Anarchy.
Taste my medicine concocted after 21 years spent contemplating
The reasons why people so easily accept control and political drivel dribbling out the
Mouths of those like Dick Nixon and Black Obama.
Here are my Watergate blues,
I can no longer neglect my want to pay attention to this little piece of the World
So I pay for a drink,
Sit at a table,
And make this pen release ink
Human Fountains and disoriented drunks trace along Riverwalk
In search of loud sounds and flashing lights indicating there at that place resides
A good time “A party kind of Life here”
You may get lucky tonight buddy,
Play your cards right player.
Lit up and reflecting it’s bleak ripple on the river,
red, yellow, and green luminosities,
Guitars play from a distant space while a round brown woman screams her pain lyrically
Serenading my lonely spirit.
2 floating ducks,
Balanced and poised,
A mallard and a mutt
Watch the night’s goofy parade of rolling
What’s the problem here,
Why can’t you divide it?
Only multiplying for them,
Modern Music in the background
Of advertisements and crowds moving back and forth
And around to different places justifies
Thoughts on time’s end.
How soon is your now?
How long is your 5 minutes,
When do they finish?
Take a second,
Find a moment,
And release oxygen.
You’re alive my friend!
Don’t ignore your purpose.
Don’t act dead just yet.
Your emotions cannot be bought
or sold by other persons promoting
life changing differences.
You’re not happy you’re only
Acting and I’ve already seen this
Movie played by the thousands
Of my past.
It’s time to open the curtains of a new script
and say to hell with it
"The End!" to this,
whatever this is.
A new story is awaiting your fingerprinted
The ink of your soul,
The youth of your fruit,
And the opened eye of your revelation.
Seek no other religion other than
Your true nature always speaks,