Blogging my journey.
When you think of us who do you see,
What group comprises the land of the free.
Some are waiting for a civil war,
But who’s on what side we can’t picture.
Is it black versus white,
Left versus right.
Red versus blue,
Can’t decide what you hear is even true.
Turn off the world and look inside,
See who others are under their hide.
Most are hidden under confusion and hate,
Some see the corruption and wait.
For the truth to come out,
then we’ll see competitors of the true bout.
We rise together, or we fall together:
The results are not final yet but the path looks Grimm.
I’m full of mixed emotions,
Should I care about who wins.
Why isn’t it like every other election,
where it doesn’t matter who wins we go in the same direction.
Right now I don’t want change,
Moneys in my pocket and by the looks of it the economy is strong.
Where’s the problem?
We worry about the issues fabricated and twisted,
The outcomes don’t affect the ones Forbes has listed.
To divide and conquer because most are lambs and sheeps,
These are the days lady liberty wheaps.
When I speak to people I don’t see black or white, red or blue,
I see skin and flesh and character to be true…
I was that way before,
and I’ll be that way through.
But these choices might cost me money
And for that it’s hard to be shrew.
I’ll still wake up a proud American sinner,
So good luck to the winner.
Because if they lose,
we all lose too…
The past will haunt us,
If we let it consume us.
What is done has been done,
We can’t let it affect what’s to come.
Every person must to look to the sky,
For true answers to arrive.
If we let the past shape our future,
No change can we discover.
What is done is done,
No telling what’s to come.
what will be will be,
It’s what you see that shapes reality.
The Change:
What happened to tv when the top contestant on American idol was more known than the last shooting…
When positivity like a young kid with the voice you’d never imagine was the front cover,
Now it’s the last move for a ditch effort to steal your attention and create this world of fear….
Doom and gloom ,
Instead of surprise and exitement…
Is it that we all were ignorant to the static in the back, just distracted by false pleasure….
Bliss is ignorance, or is that backwards?.
Are we awoken to real problems or reblanketed by new lies.
UFOs’ have been declassified, but trials aren’t aired….
The murder hornets are coming, one bite and you die by the venom that causes COVID….
All is unknown and no answer can be seen,
The tide is turning and we all might be swept out to sea……
Freeway. Of. Relationship
Two lanes and endless miles of asphalt
Traveling down the freeway,
Set the car on cruise control 73mph,
After sometime you come upon another car,
Both unknown departure or destination.
As of now you stick to the basic rules of the freeway and it works,
Both traveling down, maybe one speeds up causing you to catch up.
But we stay in our lanes and continue down this road.
Now if the two cars realize they are constantly traveling at the same speed they might wonder.
Wanna race?
Or what’s their problem? Pass or get back
Unaware the other is just simply on cruise control.
One might not be able to handle it and take the next exit.
But if both cars realize that speed isn’t the focus,
Its to remain traveling in the lane.
If you waiver one way the two cars collide,
Pushed to far the other way and into the median or a ditch one will go.
However, if both can remain in the lane they have been traveling while continuing down the road perpendicular to the other, both cars will successfully make it to the end of the road together…..
Opposites do attract,
So do the exacts.
It depends what you see,
That will create your reality.
Whatever you want to see you will see,
Things are what you want them to be.
Want to see the evil in me,
It’ll be the face you see.
But believe in my light,
And our love will burn bright.
We can build from this day forth,
And the pain will reveal its worth.
I will work the rest my life,
Repaying you for becoming my wife.
Mr Martyr,
As I drive down today to a place of healing,
Not for a need of healing but to pay for past healing.
The skies open up on this cloudy day,
And a realization sets over me that gives a sense of peace.
That the day the skies open up and it’s for my soul to rise to the cosmos,
It will be for a reason.
This life game of chess has been played as well as it could,
All my moves have been made with the thought of 6 steps ahead.
That when and if the day comes that my king shall fall,
I will be ready to congratulate the winner.
My pieces will be picked up by the next person and the game will continue from there.
When the skies open and my soul takes its path to the cosmos,
It will be paved with purpose.
Even my death will happen when it’s suppose to and have meaning and lasting purpose.
I will die a Martyr…..
Space and time,
The two endless concepts.
We rush around to gain material wealth,
And at the end when all of it is gone what’s left.
Space and time.
Give the glory to Him who created all we experienced,
And at the end we will have endless life.
Space and time will be all we have,
If you love forever and always.
At the car wash, pull up cop
Will he know?
Nah I’m good I can talk with him,
We in the bizz
Walk pass outside let me scope it out,
What’s up Sgt?
No follow up question, maybe he’s not a good guy,
Walk passed and re-evaluated,
Nah he’s looks cool let’s try again
How’s McDonald doing?
“Who?!” FUCk wrong department you’re Wallkill,
Yep I have done fucked up lol
Let’s recover with some small talk see if this world is small between us, NOPE I don’t know you and you don’t me
I’ll put my tail between my legs now,
But oh wait…..
Guy driving slow almost feels intentional, did I do something or is he here today to test my patience, I said I’m gonna have a good day is he going to put that to the test? Nope and even so his turtleness made me miss the light right behind him,
And his taillights with a last flicker just winking at me,
I do not give in,
I’ll get to sams
Of all the days sams,
Today you choose to move the isles,
Turtle truck wasn’t enough I guess.
Touche
The Bottle:
The idea popped into my head last night,
Jeff’s trips are manifested by whiskey, I hope bourbon
What better way to see off my best journey partner, born out of madness,
Then with a real bottle of whiskey.
But where to go,
Which one out of the expansive variety of liquor stores will hold the bottle worthy of this moment,
But like most things I knew I would organically find it,
Anyway,
After buying few things at walgreens I turn and there it is, a small liquor store owned by a retired NYPD Lt, red blooded American and if I support local it’s going to be to my people,
Walk in -no mask required- my people
I’ll tell my man behind the counter of the severity of the situation and importance of this bottle,
What type of whiskey? Fuck idk
I know Jeff said he liked eagle rare,
That hint brings my man to the first bottle and she’s it, I found her,
I rare bottle made once a year in dedication to the distillers father,
Sitting on the shelf for over three months,
She was waiting for me, for this moment.
Price is absolutely irrelevant
Tucked into a perfectly constructed box,
That bares the message:
Chapter 3: The Road Home
What could be more perfect than that,
My newest and one of my greatest friends,
Moving away to better his life with the plans to come back home.
How’s it happen so perfectly?
33 and a Third