remnants

I'm gathering up the remnants

from the wildness of the sin

I open the doors and windows

to let the fresh air in

I guess we dodged a bullet

and the havoc it could bring

now once again I'm joyous

cause of all that this will mean

some were so precocious

with heads buried in the sand

all they knew was hatred

not love for this great land

complacency is vicious

while onward you did rage

allow yourself redemption

let emptiness fill the cage

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foretold

go the wrong way foward
most times a difficult road
navagating a path
as the future is foretold
bridges we constructed
as we connected our minds
forged with love and trusting
as this road continually winds
what's around the corner?
honesty and truth?
misguided apparitions
or is it merely you?

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neglect

they cry on tick tok 

they wail on TV

like this is the worst thing

that they've ever seen

suck it up princess

like we had to do

this won't be the most perilous

to happen to you

meanwhile, those 

that will never be sheep

flying our flags 

at last we can sleep

praying for our country

praying for the elect

trying to move forward

moving past the neglect

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the Veteran

the old man talks 

about his time in war

the battles that were waged

on a far away shore

you sit and you listen

to all you've heard before

the price that he paid

in a place he abhorred

he lights a fresh smoke

and you notice his shake

from atrocities seen

and all his heartaches

still, you sit there in silence

not a sound do you make

till he's done with his stories

that makes his soul quake

for all that he lost

what should have been golden

no longer the boy

that innocence stolen

it flows from his lips

like the creek that is swollen

a story he still tells

with fervent emotion

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dimensions

relative dimensions of what isn't right

as the world passes by in the dead of the night

causing the problems, an upheaval  it seems

crushing the hearts of those that had dreams

yonder the horizon, maybe a new day will dawn

come with our coffee as we stretch and yawn

always so much harder than it ought to be

as once more the fight gets knocked out of thee

so baby let it burn till there's nothing but ash

stay out of the ruckus and run from the clash

your name's on a list in indelible ink

with all that you know, with all that you think

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all that is to be

I'm holding on for glory

I'm on the edge of my seat

I'm waiting for the victory

surely God will not defeat

I'm waiting for the tolling

of the Philadelphia bell

will we again be champions?

or do we burn in Hell?

innocence lays squandered

on the side of the road

little ones may not know it

but it's a very heavy load

am I the only one who sees?

all we stand to lose

God will sort out injustice

I pray that this is true

liars and cheats in the market

hoodwinked are their lot

but the good Lord stands among us

to cast the demons out

my heart believes the relevant

the truth will set us free

with an angel on the shoulder

of all that is to be

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direction

love finds its own direction

it doesn't need a path

the trail may look like wilderness

sometimes you'll go off track

but when the trek is over

and you see how far you've come

it may have taken days and weeks

before the journey's done

the times things came to easy

the times I wanted to restart

the times life interjected

the times with a broken heart

the times when it felt solid

the times it washed away

the time that it was perfect

the time is now, today

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