It’s simply a broad view
The rugged face, the lack of lace
The intense reality

Tones of nothing
The separated something
Ripped

As I breathe in, as I breath out
The waves continue to crash
Sometimes gentle, sometimes strong
Always there a simple song

I am but a plaything in this life
Yet it is I who holds the reigns
I decide the direction today
I experience the moments until tomorrow

The dark and cold winter moon
Makes way for the warm and bright sun
Two opposites of equal beauty
I live in the middle alive and well

Stars align
Pictures form

Bated breath
Perfect storm

Swirl color
Dancing view

Sea of change
Waves of life

Empty fields
Growing green

Melody ending
Simple stop

wouldn’t Jefferson be proud
watching from the cliffs of eternity
watching the waves of liberty
watching as they dissipate

jagged rocks with jagged growth
corporate lichen with no remorse
cancer disguised as freedom
a ticking bomb sent as a gift

wouldn’t Franklin be proud
watching from the cliffs of eternity
watching us sacrifice freedom
for a false sense of security

no longer taxed from the grave
by the greedy elite above
listening from yesterday
weeping for us all

well aware of it
history has proven it
caught in the stream of lies
of moments beneath our eyes

the breath of years gone by
no longer gently sighs
it pummels our senses
it stings our eyes

tipping at the brink
a free fall awaiting the release
chaos at every turn
every corner a fearful burn

a glimmer of hope
the fruitful aftermath
ruinous peace prize
the drums of war beat on