PART II
The leaders we elect placate to whatever the elites demand
Money is all they understand
No real worry about the common man
The solution is so easy yet we don’t want to admit it
Afraid the elites might take their money away, who needs it?
Anyway,
How many people, real people, are actually affected by what the elites do or say?
We’ve been blinded by our loyalties to organizations that don’t represent us
Just in the hope to get to ride on the winning bus
We’ve allowed ourselves to expect nothing
Becoming amused when they struggle to do the most obviously right thing
The elites just laugh the whole time
Working class people they’ll never know, fighting to ensure the elites don’t pay another dime
People are too greedy when left to their own devices,
No limits to their childish impulses
We are all Americans; we can benefit from a unified song
Our prosperity is theirs as well, this can only continue for so long
Before we won’t be able to right this wrong
There are only so many resources to go around
When they’re gone, it’s not like we can start another round
Once you’re at a level of extreme wealth
Multiplying that wealth doesn’t help breathe a fuller breath
You’re still basically the same level of happy
Just more useless shit that gets the country sloppy
If the elites can’t restrain themselves any better than a child in a candy store
What then is their real purpose for?
Achieving excellence is good
But it has become misunderstood
You’re no longer the fittest if you have no real regard for other human beings
We are after all, members of the same species
Let’s get together workers and make a coherent plan
Because restraint is not something the Elites seem to understand
FLY AWAY
Flying high on the Wings of Change
The stubborn vigil below refuses to accept the game
A prosperous moment, one in the same
Catching new life while soaring above
An imperative dilemma, a new found love
Can it be true, this path of yours
Acceptance in the gloom of shutting doors
Released from this place forever
Not being forced under
Fly Away
Today is the Day
No more yelling about what is the right way
Feeling free for the 1st time in a long time
All together now on the crazy ride
The two lost behind
Are always on the mind
It’s a quest to make things right
Practice with sincerity for the show tonight
Fly Away
Today is the Day
No more yelling about what is the right way
FREE COFFEE
Thanks brother man for the free coffee
Don’t always judge by appearance, we all have our own way to be free
Not always easy to talk to the unknown
We’ve been shown, in our time
That our different groups don’t always see eye to eye
I’m no member of a secret group of the right
Like Fat Mike said, “Don’t Call Me White”
I prefer to be cool with those who are cool
Don’t care what you look like, don’t call me a fool
Stop the nonsense assumptions and silly presumptions
About others who are passing by,
Just ‘cause someone has a different color doesn’t mean they need an alibi
Alas, it is still going on, no group is immune to it
Some have given in long ago, rather than pursue it
GLORIOUS REVELATION
It’s a glorious revelation
This undertaking
That has me asking, is more of me baking?
How do I work in this modern world that is not of my making?
Constant machinery mocking every idea worthy saving
GLORIOUS REVELATION
ALL ACROSS THE NATION
THIS IS A JOURNEY FOR THE SOUL
I’ve gone as far as I need as far as machine, reverting to the days of old
When the cell phone wasn’t your display of ego
Have my bike now so I am mobile
Don’t need much money to travel my style
Down the coast 101 to 1
Doing it for real this time son
Probably use some connections all the way
Whoa, who am I kidding, No one survives alone today
GLORIOUS REVELATION
ALL ACROSS THE NATION
THIS IS A JOURNEY FOR THE SOUL
Feel better about it this time
Will plan at least a little bit, ensure a smoother ride
Don’t want to be asking for help from family anymore, it’s time to stop fighting the tide
I know where my future is
And it’s in the writing biz
Stop succumbing to the negative sigh
Of the loved ones that we always fight
GLORIOUS REVELATION
ALL ACROSS THE NATION
THIS IS A JOURNEY FOR THE SOUL
GOLDEN CASTLE
Meander through the thicket
Listen to the crickets
Are they having anything good to say?
Let’s listen close
Be in tune with the creatures of the night
Helps when traversing the darkening fright
Meandering again through the hopeful rain
Washing again the Dark Lives that have been chained
It’s now the time of loud intolerance
Silent creatures look on in dismay
Nothing for them to cause interference
Realign with a righteous few
The willing and able whose confidence, they shoe
Others laugh at the fateful attempts
For the ones whose lives are spent
No more direction but ahead toward the ongoing battle
For the true ownership of the golden castle
GOLDEN TICKET
It was an unfortunate night not so long ago, when
A child was murdered by an overzealous neighborhood watchman
The child was a teenage boy who was walking home for the night
When a fat, plump liar man saw the peculiar sight
What is that awful boy doing in my neighborhood?
Stalking the boy to investigate, he even received advice from the officer, who worked late
Don’t worry about the boy, just leave him alone
No, said the liar man, I better make sure he doesn’t get home
The boy was unarmed, just his fists and his wits
Much different than the fat man who had a gun at his hip
The liar man was weak and not much of a fighter
But tonight was the night he would prove who was mightier
The boy confronted the fat man, “why are you following me,
Leave me alone, I’m just walking, can’t you see?”
But the liar man knew something was bad in this situation
This had to be the boy who was evil incarnation
He continued to pursue the boy until the boy decided to respond
I can take this old man he thought; he was fatefully wrong
The liar man was aware of his golden ticket
In case there was a fight and he couldn’t handle it
They began their fight like many boys tend to do
I’ve been in similar situations, let me tell you
The boy’s mistake was not realizing this was a gun fight
His tiny arms, too much for the fat man to take
As the boy became boastful
for taking the lead
Embarrassment swam over the fat man indeed
But he remembered the golden ticket, he had learned of before
And then grabbed his own gun without any chore
Fear quickly sprang into the boys eyes
But it was too late; he would never hear his mother’s cries
The liar man held onto his golden ticket with all of his might
It was the only way he was getting away with murder tonight
The trial was a circus, as these tend to be
But the fat man still had his golden ticket, so his non guilt, a formality
HOME
Back home, or at least the physical place
Some same, some different, all I know is I have a similar face
Watching an old movie about youth
How the previous era wasn’t any better than the current truth
Realizing now that I’m more connected to characters than my own family
Still trying to figure out why I’m here, although the answers tend to veer
I’ve never outgrown wanting to learn about the world
An observer of it whole heartedly,
Not just following concepts because someone tells me
The future is open to those who set their minds free
Join me
And let’s see if we can truly be free
I’M MY OWN KIND OF MAN
What does it take to make you understand?
That I am my own kind of man
Don’t care if you think that I can
Does it make you feel good to try and put me down?
Negativity, it makes me want to drown
I’ve lost everything
Yet, you still want more
Family has taken your side
You’re just a sweet angel to them,
Taking away my boys, an action I can’t defend
Trying to be hopeful, when I have little support
When one loses everything, erratic actions might have to resort
I am my own kind of man
No longer sorry, that you don’t understand
Maybe someday we’ll go hand in hand
Until then, I’ll make my own plan
LABOR
Ran sixteen miles before work today
Then spent the day, busting my but trying not to spew my guts
Hoisting and lifting shit up stairs
80+ degrees doing that shit, I got my share of stares
College Graduate doing this shit, but life is what it is
If you don’t make use of the connections you have
You may not always live up to the promises you gave
Get a good job after college, get married, live happily ever after, were mantras pursued with luster
But soon enough reality snuck in and success and happiness have been hard to muster
The pressure to conform is constant and always in my face
I just want to have my own little place
Where I can write my songs, sing, relax and have fun
I had that once, but it was before my oldest turned one
For now I’ll just keep on marching along
MY COUNTRY OF DISSILUSION
Disillusion with the country I was born in
A place where murder is aloud, if you don’t like the look that you given
If a person looks strange
You can shoot ‘em in the chest
Chances are the judge will say, “Case dismissed”
Poor people fight for the rights of the rich to buy another yacht
Even though they themselves can’t feed their tot
People with more than enough to spare
Complain about their money going to health care
Of course there are the wars that are always going on
The purpose, not sure, didn’t hear that song
Persecution as well for those who are different
You better shut up boy or jail is more than apparent
MY SPACE
Lost and lonely without you
But crazy thinking we could again be two
There must be an easier way to do this
Our two paths no longer fit
Will just have to learn to be this way
Until, that is, another lady comes my way
I’m not going to stay for too long
There are women who’ll enjoy my song
I’m not supersensitive, or that Emotional
But I do love with just a little conditional
Woman will have to understand my space
I don’t always want us face to face
Together is good, but not all the time
Need to be left alone once in a while, allow the mind to unwind
Don’t want to bounce from woman to woman
Like a steady thing, no more one night stands
Eight plus years with boys’ mother
It became too much, not seeing eye to eye on anything, then why bother?
Women are my kryptonite
Have to admit, so many would love to take home tonight
But I really want to stay on course
Difficult though with so many beautiful women in all shapes, sizes and colors, it can’t be forced
Live life, that’s all
No need to be consumed with tasks that are small
NEED A WOMAN
The old one is too soon forgotten
Open wound that is still broken
But with new life comes the new woman
Appreciative of the time unspoken
In this time we’re gathered
It is encouraging to see renewed energy that has meandered
To a hopeful start with each passing day
Is today the day?
It is hard to say which one will make the play
There is that one I met by pressing send
How do people meet again?
Don’t even like the object of everyone’s affection
The real world is my true addiction
I don’t need a computer screen, or an all in one device that fits inside a soup can
No more denial, I know I need a woman
NEW MEMBER
At the urging of the newest member
The others got together to remember
The fallen one who made an attempt
At the new form of enlightenment
How to explain one’s self in the company of others
The journey I’m on is long and spiritual; hopefully others don’t find me too much a bother
Resting the legs, to gear up for more legs
The celebration at the end this time will not be kegs