A Slave to My Pen, My Soul's Ambition

I am a slave to my soul’s ambition

The words are channeled

I just hold the pen

Take notice, watch, and bear witness

To my essential quest for forgiveness

an outpouring of greatness

an unresting of those lost 

into darkness

Lovely, dark, and deep

the hike is over

time to work, lover

there’s no more time to sleep

Allow this sorrow to pass

today is not your last

How rough is roughly?

How tough is it to just live?

But if I’m a puppet,

who’s holding the strings?

Who is lucid inside this dream?

A staff in the hands of a hero

is seldom just a weapon

The same in the hands of a lunatic 

might wage a war against heaven

Our souls sold

for a hunk of fool's gold

entering an era of

fortunes fortold

a myth as old

as time itself

When human life

is set aside 

for monetary wealth

When they all lose their minds

the time to hide’s behind us

Stand up or stand down

I’m telling you the time is now

Speak your peace

Let your piece be heard

before the consequences of 

his actions find us

My mind's a time machine

Trying to let go of negative things

Hidden chambers hold untold secrets

A means to meet with madness

head on, headlong into oncoming traffic

Trafficking humans on US soil

sealing borders and stealing oil

I remember when I thought we were the good guys

I can no longer shield my ears to the lies

Speak your peace

Let your piece be heard

The Sound of Silence 

broken by a single word

or more like a statement

a vow

a pledge

Simply quoted

Come November 3d

Make sure you’ve voted

No more

Show45 the door