*

there are those
out there
in the world
who will always
have something
negative
to say
to spew
to hate
to use

count me out
i'm a mere
survivor

before
it got worked
out yesterday
morning

i was going
and now
in not even
24 hours
i have
a car,
my license,
the only
obstacle
left
standing
in my way
me,
holding
on to something
not willing
to let go
of that
string
connected
to mother
and the earth

the license
thing

and i here i am...
less than 24 hours later
and i'm filled
with the spirit
of my fellow
beings
sitting all
around me
cell phones
now act as lighters

so much
so quiet
so calm
so peaceful
the most
liberal
of towns
in the state
and we
huddled
around
drips
of rain
abound us

everytime
the world
has me cornered
i crawl
out from under
their feet
like the happy spider
that refuses
the continual
rebuttle
of defeat

this song
is mine
this story
doesn't rhyme
with reason
but it takes
time
and
use
it
wisely
and you
know
your own
soul

things go
up and down
and flow
out
like
a
recycled
wind storm

it's warm
but there's
always a backdrop
of those
who aim
their
poison darts
at the purest
of all human hearts

sooner
or later
one gets
through
and stopped
by the spirit
at the gate

haven't we
waited long enough?

rebuff
the advances
the chances
are on my
time
now

we ride
the bull
out of it's gate
holding
on to it's horns
full blown
turnaround
one by one
we knocked them down
like dust bunnies
spinning
in a standstill
wind blown
black hole
no more the home
gone

the fire
burned
the last
ash
thrown
to the godly wind

take the thorns
and plant them within
they are the world's now

i freed my mother
my soul
put to test
i surpassed
the results
with flying
purple colors
the parade
downtuned
into the fine
chute
where
the last
person
laughed
and scorned
my life
on their behalf

it's payment time
and nobody
has a dime
to spare

it's nothing
in the air
we sit
at Dylan
and stared
it down
like fear
with a fierce frown
and turned it around
on itself
and bowed up
and sunk
the ship
that struck
the hip
of the whole hull
and we came
out with a little
rain on our heads
a cool wind
and a new guess
at what message
he had said

such sullen
silence
around
the town
noone could
figure
out
how to get
out once
in
but don't
depend
on other's
to get
it all
unkicked
the unkindness
no longer
the blind
we see
we are silent
we count
for something
only survival
knows best of

be gotten
by good will
be gone
be gone
with society ills
never forgotten
seeds sown
spirit flown

i'm on my own
from here on out
and the only
laugh we will
ever hear
will be
when we
are joined
without fear
at the pearly
gates
woven
uplifting
timeless
essence
created
in simplistic
fashion
overturned
disaster
we mastered
the war
with bare
hand
and broken
spirit
and no sword
but our
very words
spoken
from hearts
galore

the followers
to the shore
where the ship
on it's final
destination
we no longer crawl
and the last
line is only
the call
of God
to the wild
to come on home