Old Timer's Golf Day

Broken Sunlight

 Not so long ago

I left the only one

She could never let the love become

What it should have been

So I climbed aboard my wayward mind

To travel alone to foreign places

Knowing well I would carry her

No matter where I went

For I had not the strength to withstand the pain

My soul would suffer

Fractured by the broken sunlight

The Peak

 The struggle is real

As the human race

Runs amok

On the downhill side

Having reached its peak 

Decades ago

Pushed harder

By the hoards

Of cancel culture

Fueled by unchecked social media

Parachutes holed by partisan politics

That has poisoned every fiber of life

Each day is filled with upheaval

That blinds 

Hiding the waste land that awaits

Not You

As I watch

What was my life

Crumble to dust

Under the crush of pandemic life

All the rules

Ride the wind

Of social justice

The streets are packed

From pillar to post

As those who lead

Ignore my plight

Saying "not you"

Pointing to the doorway

Marked poverty

Beware

The world lays prone

 To all those

That lust for power

Progressives busily suck

The life from freedom

Unable to control their hunger

They pontificate

Executive orders

While dancing with glee

On the drug

Known as oppression

Upside Down

Hide away

I always hide away

The world seeks comfort

From others close by

I always hide away

Finding comfort within

Because I know who is there

I always hide away

To keep my world

Upside down

Far from the gatherings

Of distant beings

Pandora"s Box

Red tape gnomes talk in circles

Weaving a web of data points

Building models that screen agendas

So they can rest comfortably

In a world of no decision

From their pedestals

Located in gardens

Of guaranteed affluence

While the ordinary

Watch their lives turn to dust

At the foot of Pandora"s Box