Reshaped, Reworked

Revision is taking place.

The industrial revolution is about to slip.

A freshly wet floor has just been laid

dirt was getting way to thick...thick.

A deep clean, it was in for.

And the papers that hold all the responsibility

for those elusive corporations

are being threatened

Our lighters aren't just flickering at rock concerts anymore...anymore

It's time to channel

Our young spirits

When rebelling was the voice.

And rage was the punctuation.

My mind and heart are connecting once again

Something severed from genesis

Is being put back with nanatechnology

Put a special sauce on it.

And bring me back together again

The fog I enjoy now being in

No need to try to see pass

Because nothing beyond I fear.

It's all a mystery story to be read.

So Much.

My eyes, my heart, my senses are trying to take it in.

What we've become, what is to come in year that follows.

So many messages,

Sifting through it all...is hard.

How do I sift, when I've never understood the existence of a flour sifter?

How do I accept these DWM(dead white men) ways.

Thank you, if nothing else Obama, you will leave our definitions of Presidents as those as

DGM(dead grey men) ways.

This stupid money driven world and its woes are singing to me,

lullabying me to acceptance of bailouts and stimulus as needed.

Tell me again what is needed...our approval or our ignorance.

So much confusion...so much deception.

I feel pain is out there, yet is becomes harder for the pain to be seen as here and now.

We can become numb, becoming a product to be outsourced.

Imagine the day that health care would be given to anybody.

More babies would be born, more rashes would be sworn off the skin, more confidence in our country would be given.

I don't know if this Country is equipped enough to raise a child.

Where is the support?  Where has our communities gone?

Why don't we know our neighbors?

Today I write here, I am right here,

because of the two people that ignited a life together 30 some years ago. 

They gave me my beginning breathe, spirit... the will to look forward.

Identity of human

is...

Truth.

Less and less is too complete.

Respecting hard.

...too complex...

To believe simplicity reins,

the rules are less and less convincing

complexity is a complex leader.

If belief is in us...

these rules are so far gone,

remember simplicity reins

Give me away,

letters strung in such a way can be forgiven

Damn you 

Damn me

Will we ever be forgiven

Transparency will always feed

the ignorant or unaware

I thank your equations

speak,

mine are in the form of prose...

we are free,

nobody gives to what we say.

Speak with no expectations

Understand nothing

Never ask anything too,

We are the same

awakened at different times...

Never see anyone different,

spectrum has its place,

mine, yours.

This must be sacred

like my back

like my belief

like my hope we will always be free.

Your belief always soars

you want to believe in what you have believed

to believe in the chance to make-believe.

I don't want to predict

I don't want to be bigger than I am,

I want to know truth is now

Give it a chance...

to not have to hope for change

Give that a chance...

We are all apart of the spectrum

You are a shade, as am I