CliffSongs

  It’s So…   It gets weirder. You never know when, Until you’re there, And then it’s so weird. You try to piece it together: The how, The when, And why nothing fits Until it does - And then it hits you: It was always weird.   You got weirder. You tried to normal, But you weren’t there, You were too weird. They tried to take pieces of you, Your why, Your who, And it gave them fits, Until they won’t, Because it hit them: You just got weirder.   They get weirder. They aren’t normal, They’ll never get there, They’re just too weird. They tried to fit you, Somewhere, Somehow, But you picked up the pieces. Because they won’t. It finally hit you: It’s always weird.   So, it gets weirder. The whole of your when, Your every there, It’s just weird. Everything is all pieces: Every why, Every then, And looking back, it fits, Because it does, And sometimes it hits you: That’s so we...

  Perspicacious Persists   Perspicacious looked out upon the unraveling, And he packed his bags. He could not say If it was the beginning of an end, Or the end of a halting start. It mattered not which – An end is not defined by its beginning. Perspicacious spent no time wondering: It had gone wrong, In spite of his efforts, In spite of the efforts of others, Spite and cruelty fed upon themselves, And there was plenty of both to go around. So, he packed his bags, Said minimal goodbyes, Traveled far, And dug in. The unraveling persisted, Grew angry, Violent, Virulent, And raged through. Perspicacious rode it out, And when all had come apart, He wandered the tatters, And kept his head down, And his wits up. The controls were dead, But the ravers were not, Preying on each other, When easier targets were not found. Perspicacious persisted, But did not participate, That way lead to danger and Death was too easy...

  Long Mile   The hours have passed, The journey is long, Not everyone you knew Has come along. The miles have passed, Long under your feet. Still, we press on: A journey incomplete.   Over the long miles, The victories and the trials, The scars and the smiles, Collected over the long miles.   The years have passed, A winding track. Is there any wisdom In looking back? The miles are past, You have come this far. So, if I may ask: Are you still who you are?   Over the long miles, The victories and the trials, The scars and the smiles, Collected over the long miles.   Are your memories lessons? What have you learned? Dare you ask the question: What bridges have burned?   Over the long miles, The victories and the trials, The scars and the smiles, Collected over the long miles.   Cliff Lake 2/22/2025 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Starwash   They drift past my window, Wisps and whispers, Singing sad songs, On moonless nights. Beautiful and ethereal, Only half here, And somewhat there, They bid me dance with them, And learn unremembered secrets Under the starwash. We listen for the melody Brought on earthy breezes, Played on the trees. No step is undue, No partner unwanted. No small creatures flee before us, And my spirit is cleansed, Under the starwash. They sing soft and slow, That I may understand, And share in a loneliness For lost brothers, I did not know I had. But awakened from my bones: A longing and an ache Present in my waking self, And only partly made well now, Under the starwash. They beseech my belief, Though I am willing enough, Still they ask that I dance again, When the moon once more hides, And the clouds part for us, That we may find each other, And remember our kinship, And the trust we used to hold, And share in o...

  Far and Long   It was long, long ago, And far, far away. I sat dreaming, Dreaming summer away. Summer is gone, But I dream on, Of a long ago, Far away.   Time has grown cold, Too many tales told, Dreams fall into years, They’re here, Become unclear, Then disappear. Why did I stray, So long ago, far away.   Once long ago, And so far away, I thought that I could Dream life away. Summer was long ago, It seems far away, There is much to do, Here I must stay.   So I live here, Live day by day, And dream dreams gone, Try to hold on today. And while time may heavy weigh, There was light in summer, Once long ago, And far away.   Cliff Lake 2/21/2025 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

  Crossroads Again   Criminals in the sacred hallways stalk. The villains have grabbed all the keys and broken the locks. How do we with these fiends grapple? They have broken into and defiled the chapel.   Fools reveling in disaster, Institutions falling faster. Where is the light we were assured? Look at the future unsecured.   Here at the crossroads again, Grasping for the receding rope’s end: Is this the choice you did not make? Is this the chance you failed to take? Here at a crossroads again.   Tendrils of infamy encircle in siege, Power being removed beyond reach, Grasped by brutes who cannot be appeased, Why would anyone choose this disease?   We once again live in oppressive clime. We fought off such straits upon a time. We stood against the evil then, We find ourselves at that crossroads again.   Here at the crossroads again, Grasping for the receding rope’s end: Is this the choice y...

  Friends   I can see my friend, I can see him from here. But he won’t visit any longer, He won’t come by. He no longer trusts me, Or the people I live by, And I do not blame him.   What have I done to my friend To cause him to shy from me? I have existed. I have existed in the right place At the wrong time. And though that is not my fault, Still, I do not blame him.   Once I loved my existence, In this place, In my time, Faulted though it was. But now too many that also live here Embrace those faults, And name them virtues.   Loudly they proclaim against my friend, And name him lesser, And claim debt of him, And threaten his home, His livelihood, His autonomy, And would co-opt his home.   What’s worse, Is that I do not know If I can stop them, From attempting to act on their words, And neither does my friend, Nor do any of his friends. And I don’t blame them.   Once I ...

  Mired   Muddy waters, Hidden hazards, Smoke and haze, And through it all, Strident voices crying imaginary woe.   They wandered the broken landscape, Scavengers they were called, Parasites and scroungers, Yet they only desired to live. Their clothes were poor but sturdy, Good enough for the work deemed their station. Hard muscled they became, Built rough, And living rougher.   Mists and mirrors, Fogs and feints, Deceits and despair, And through it all, Invocations against each other.   They worked the blasted earth, Menials they were named, Unworthies and unwanted, Yet still they were used. Their eyes were clear and unhardened, Good enough to see through lies told too often. Hard willed they became, Numerous, And growing stronger.   Moans and accusations, Complaints and threats, Empty promises and failures, And through it all, The gibbering fear that they will be seen.   ...

  Timecode   From odd places an off wind blows, From a bizarre cyclone the strangeness flows, From turbulent pasts some illness thrown, Seeds of interruption in the present sown.   Sudden slides, curves of unreason known, Hapless ends on the wings of illogic grown. What do these meritless finalities bode? There is being ciphered a wrong timecode.   From whence comes all this uneven tension? Who’s jammed the switch and is gunning the engine? Madmen in the control room have thrown away the manual, Punched all the buttons and broken the handle!   Imps and imposters granted unearned access, Existence ever eternally going trackless. Pilotless truck gone amok, dials on overload. Inanity track, no looking back, unwriting the timecode.   Dreams unseamed, nightmares in every pocket, Raised hairs, new scares, and no way to stop it. How will we survive sane enough to tell the tale, On a runaway train riding a broken ra...

  For Immediate Rele ase: The Real Fake News – Kids in the Hall Edition   Elon Musk today announced plans to have wheels replace his feet after discovering one of them was a left. “If we’re going to make any progress, I’m going to have to roll through this presid… uh, appointment.” said the erstwhile cyborg to a group of children he pulled from a large sack. He then ordered the group to rifle through the Resolute desk and throw out whatever they found.   President Trump took laps at the Daytona 500 race. As expected, no egg prices dropped as a result.   Mark Zuckerberg has cancelled all public appearances until his oil can is located. He has however promised to continue making Facebook even worse.   Health and Human Services secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. today denied reports of the existence of the H5N1 virus, also known as “bird flu” claiming, “Whoever heard of a bird with cold symptoms, I mean, c’mon!” Meanwhile he promised to release a list of...

  Histories   Ancient account, Mythos proclaimed, The records were broken, The pieces scattered. Fragments found and Misread and Misunderstood and Misrepresented. Guidelines against disaster Not prophecies but Warnings of mistakes, Of reaching too far, Too fast, Too willingly. Do you find them too cryptic, Or is that what you’re told? O Alexandria! O Teotihuacan! We stumble through Göbekli Tepe, We wander Giza, We wonder in the Betatakin Cliffs, Mighty and wise, Once powerful, Now fallen, Burned, or abandoned. What secrets your people held, We can only guess, Taken to the grave, And gone. If you could see us now, Would you warn us of our danger? Would we listen? Do we ever? Or are the warnings understood, And hidden, To make the future irrevocable. Or is disaster upon us already, And awaits the final push? Do we want to know the answer?   Cliff Lake 2/16/2025 Copyright © Clifford Lake 20...

  Questions   In the spaces between the dreams, The noises of living, The taking and the giving, And the constant question: “Why?” In the faces of the timestream, In the smiles and the frowns, In the eyes cast down, And do you ever wonder: “Why?” In the chases involved in the schemes, The upward flow to the bosses, The betrayals and the losses, And do you ever stop to ask: “Why?” In the braces you wear in your team, Do you get less, and yet do more? How long has your back gone sore? Do you look back and ask: “Why?” In the disgraces gone extreme, How did they get to the top? How do we get it to stop? Is there any point in asking: “Why?” In the spaces between your dreams, As you strive for a decent living, Are you to remain so forgiving? If you are to allow this to continue, I have to ask: Why?   Why?   Cliff Lake 2/15/2025 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

  Hollow Wind   A hollow wind blows – Bringing nothing. This is winter’s remains: The cold has already arrived, The leaves long since departed, The clouds keep back precious moisture, And still the wind blows.   Low whistles cry no syllables, Yet haunting moans imperil the spirit, A succubus in sound.   Gritty dust swirls up, Falling again as each gust passes, Taken aloft anew, Then reposited. Futile cycle. Nothing changes But the patterns on the walk, Read by none, Trod unseen, Kicked and scuffed, Waiting for the next disturbance.   Bare branches rattle ominous, Swaying in a dance performed to closed doors, Shuttered windows, Lit from inside.   Children wobble overdressed, Scarves and balaclavas reveal The minimum of bitten flesh. Walking becomes scurrying, A handful of upturned collars, Covered heads, And bent backs intent on escaping The hollow wind blowing.   Cliff Lake...

  Stealin’   Another day and Another distraction Pointing away A continued subtraction.   Moving the funds from Over there to here, Three card monte, The funds disappear.   You fell for the carnival pitch, Now you see the bait and switch. Maybe you call it double dealin’, In the old days we just called it stealin’.   They tell you to trust, But their story’s too old. “Follow the money” But the trail has gone cold.   Just what are they doing With their kiddie hacks? They’ve made such a mess, It covers their tracks.   You fell for the carnival pitch, Now you see the bait and switch. Maybe you call it double dealin’, In the old days we just called it stealin’.   You thought you gave yourself a break, You thought you’d get a piece of the cake. You find out you never had a stake, This is what you voted for, cupcake.   You fell for the carnival pitch, Now you see the bait a...

  Gulf of Embezzle-O   Elon and his kiddies swarm, He says we need Xtra reforms. The U.S. is reaching new sub-norms, Watching all the DOGE deforms.   And the Orange Ogre lets it go, Bringing the U.S. low. But We the People, we still know, They plunder from here to the Gulf of Mexico.   The Gulf of Mexico, my friend, Where the dinosaur met his end, There isn’t any need to pretend, In the Gulf of Mexico, my friend.   The Oval Office internal foe, His rich guy cronies in tow, The Rule of Law is no mo’ From here to the Gulf of Mexico.   The Gulf of Mexico, my friend, Why would anyone backbend? Seems like such a dead-end, Messing with the Gulf of Mexico, friend.   How do we throw off this shadow? I think we need better ammo. They would have us exist below, Under guard from here to the Gulf of Mexico.   The Gulf of Mexico, my friend, We will not condescend. Listen as I recommend, Stil...

  A Long Way   The Big Rock Candy Mountain, The forever youthful fountain. No trouble that needs surmountin’ No trials that need accountin’.   Always in the warm mainstream, Never exposed to the extreme. A life lived on a moonbeam, That’s a long, long way to dream.   A long way to dream, Life gets in between. This ain’t no TV screen, Such a long way to dream.   Never grinded in the mill, Never having to foot the bill. It all comes as you stand stock-still, It’s merely a force of will.   Existing always in a golden gleam, Lazing your way downstream. Things are exactly as they seem, What a very long way to dream.   A long way to dream, Life gets in between. Will someone intervene, Such a long way to dream.   Would you live so happily Would you be in rhapsody Would you just find stagnancy Lost and found in fantasy?   A long way to dream, Life gets in between. It’s all ...

  Lost of the Win   Somehow these are the cards that we drew: A couple of jokers that don’t care about you. This is the craziest crew: Pete wouldn’t withdraw from the WHO.   Hungry babies in the Bible belt, Losing on the hand that they dealt. Scratching their heads and it’s such a shame, They still don’t get they were always the game.   A disaster in every town, An infection in every pot! Epidemics and poisons going down! Get ’em while they ‘re hot!   Departments mined and then shut down, The dealers collect while the people drown. Ante up and join the shakedown! See what you get for effin’ around?   All these losers that went all in, All these losers taking it on the chin. What’s happened to your stupid grin? How did you lose it all on the win?   A disaster in every town, An infection in every pot! Epidemics and poisons going down! Get ’em while they ‘re hot!   Cliff Lake 2/8/2025 ...

  Memory Follows   The fading paint of memory. Time becomes a distance, Increasing with or without the footstep, A retreat in minutes and hours, Of days and finally years, Hazy, Unclear, But coming into sharp clarity at times, Only to retreat again. A distance traveled now in thought, Slighted of deed.   The failing paint of memory. Sights and sound going gray, Indistinct and muddled, Yet inseparable from the self, A skein beneath the skin, Holding one together, A connection to what was, Is no more, May never have been, And makes you what you are.   The falling paint of memory. Exposing nothing beneath, Our being counted in a continuous past, Created in moments unheld, Looked back upon With the measuring eye, That may see clearly, Or may diffuse that glimpse, Seeing splendor that is not, Or tragedy that has broken one, Or creates a strength of will unlooked for.   The fallacy of memory. ...

  Vortex   He was trying to pay in paper money, As if. He only had the one power cell, One of the good solars, Couldn’t take that, Slow death, Only a day or so Before the next vortex cuts through. Had him choring for two days, Fed him, Sent him on his way with a good knife, And the emergency blankets he’d come for – Still plenty of loot in the Bass Pro, Now that we’ve wasted the goons. Doc, We call him Doc because he keeps reading. Doc has us farming. He’s probably right, Corn’s coming up good anyway, Gets more true all the time says Doc, That mutie shit from a couple years back, Killed some. Doc said some of the weaker ones Weren’t gonna make it through the next vortex anyway. He’s probably right. He knows a lot of shit like that. Says it’s in his books, Saved my life once he says. I don’t remember, The Red Sick fucks up your brain. Hope Doc don’t get it – Maybe some don’t like him and his smarts, But they kn...

  Great Undo   Data breaker extraordinaire, What the hell is he doing in there? Is he still the tech sensation? Nah, he’s just stealing your information.   Top dog gives him a blank check, Standing down while the nation is wrecked. Seduced by the South African: Prez has left you for another man.   Feel them pull the rug under you, What are they really up to? Is this what you asked them to do? Welcome to the Great Undo.   Was is it supposed to go like this? Giving your info the death kiss? How do you think your life will go, When there isn’t anything they don’t know?   Look how the big man backs from his threats – What does he really want to get? When did he become X’s biggest fan? Donny has left you for another man.   Feel them pull the wool over you, What are they really up to? Is this what you want them to do? Welcome to the Great Screw You.   Will we let them in every division squa...

  They Say   “Look!” they say As they empty your plate, “The feast has just begun!” “Hooray!” they bray, “We celebrate The feeding of the One.”   “What joy!” so coy, They dangle the ploy Announced ad infinitum. “Misread!” they said, As the rats they bred, Prepare to turn and bite ‘em.   “We won!” they spun, Beating the sagging drum, And they smile gritted teeth. “You can’t!” they pant, And policy recant While quaking underneath.   “Stay away!” they pray, “Or we will surely make you pay!” Fearing that we may just have the guts. “You need!” they plead, Displaying their wanton greed, They’re complicit up to their butts.   “Unfair!” they share, While pretending they care, Their hands busy in the till. “We deserve!” they serve, Hoping they aren’t observed Thwarting the people’s will.   We see, you agree, And just where can they flee, Maybe to some golf haven. They’re debris we d...

  Pirated   We let them come aboard, Though without much trust. Ignoring tattered honor, And reputations made of rust. We gave over tiller, They claimed it was their due, Now they’re steering for the rocks, They broke the rudder in two. We hear them sing:   “We’re jolly pirates, Dangerous and bold. See us get ours, You’re left in the cold. We’re plundering pirates, We cannot be controlled, We’ll sink this ship, Once we’ve emptied the hold.”   They’ve raised the full sail, The storm strains the mast. The crew is in the brig, The passengers harassed. Some sailors remain, Surviving the cull, Someone to man the oars, Before they scuttle the hull. And the pirate sings:   “We’re mighty pirates, Blinded and bold. We’ll be jumping ship, After pocketing the gold. We’re plundering pirates, We cannot be controlled, We’ll sink this ship, Once we’ve emptied the hold.”   We are careening on, ...

  Diminishing   The gray times are upon us: A diminishing, A long twilight, Though the sun warms hotter, Its vigil is besmirched, And the skies are no longer friendly.   Here we have proudfully wasted, Our celebrations recall the dead, The living going largely unnoticed, Excepting garish blaring shoutings, Lauding many unworthy, Who think much less in return.   Onward we speed! Rushing headlong to nowhere, For all must retire at their end. But while we continue, We run, Only to finally stop; we know not when.   Faster we fly! In our wake, Poison and oily waters, Smokes and burnt land, And as testament to our great pace, The air browns nicely. Those in the high place, They elevate themselves ever higher, To rise above the greases, and the sludges, And make much of themselves, And make worse messes, For those below to clean.   These are the gray times, We diminish: We make the twiligh...

  Whither Thou   Whither thou goest, Lady? Thy trials are just begun, Is sweet Liberty on the run? Whither thou goest, Thy work is not yet done!   Whither thy champions, Lady? They seem so slow to rise, Have they all but closed their eyes? Whither thy champions, They must answer your cries!   Whither thou courage, Lady? Hast thee closed thy hand, Hast thee lost this land, Whither thy courage, Thee must now make thy stand!   Whither thy children, Lady? They cry out in deepening night, They seek your flame and its light, Whither thy children, Do not abandon the fight!   Whither thy ire, Lady? Thy creed is tossed away, Thy care has been betrayed, Whither thy ire, Once more thee must seize the day!   Whither thou goest, Lady? The trials are never done, Liberty walks but never runs! Whither thou goest, This fight has just begun!   Whither thy Declaration, Lady? Whither the da...

  EO Magician   The price of breakfast isn’t falling, He says it just fell more. Isn’t it just so enthralling, Watching your savings vanish in the store?   It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t a clue, Don’t worry when it all goes wrong, He’s found out what he needs to do: He sings the Executive Order song.   It’s the spiky signature cleanse: Watch him EO away blame. The Presidential Seal of approval – No bad attached to his name.   Now he gathers the friendly billionaires, So why not crash the economy? It isn’t that he doesn’t care, It’s just that it’s not another felony.   Don’t ask him any questions, It isn’t that he doesn’t know; He just needs the right suggestion, And then sign it into truth by EO.   It’s the spiky signature cleanse: Watch him EO away blame. The Presidential Seal of approval – No bad attached to his name.   Does he see a thing he doesn’t like? He just needs that paper...

  Readiness   A poisoned flower presented: Rough sustenance leaves us wanting, And empathy dies, Drowned in rhetoric.   Pretty phrases gone sour, Understanding twisted to control, Shepherding abandoned for gold, The mask slips, And the monster’s smiles Are full of teeth.   They have yet to be hit hard enough To turn to desperation, They are too busy biting To notice how clearly they are seen. Yet once they heed the turbulence They themselves have created beneath them, They will attempt the mortal strike.   Are you ready? They will use the club, Indiscriminate and unwieldy, They will use the unaimed bullet, Claiming victory no matter where it strikes, They will use the thug, Brutes thirsty for violence, Uncaring against whom.   They will use fear, Reprisal, Retaliation, And revenge, And you are their enemy and I am their enemy and We are their enemy.   Are you ready? Because...

  Return of the Son of the Bride of THE REAL FAKE NEWS (Extended Edition)   Federal workers are demanding access to SNAP and EBT as part of their severance packages following upcoming government layoffs. Ambulances rushed to the Eisenhower building after Elon Musk heard of the demands and passed out from “an extreme attack of the giggles.” He was revived with a large dose of molly.   Burger King has denounced Trump’s first week in office. A spokesman for BK angrily asked, “Does he have a crown? Does he have a crown like this?” rapidly unfolding a copy of the familiar headgear.   The Secret Service is reportedly on high alert for “Well-dressed militia” after Trump’s Executive Order banning transgender military personnel.   After a blessing of Washington DC by Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, Robert Kennedy Jr. complained of a “brain rash” and asked for an exorcism, while First Lady Melania said that her husbands own rash remain unchanged and “is lookin...

  I Won’t Say   Do you want me to say I told you so? Do you want me to Tell you how I tried? Well, I’ve got nothing to say, You can watch me walk away, I might not even say goodbye.   The first time around They fumbled and clowned, It was a circus every day. But they’ve learned a trick or two, And they’re shitting on you too, They have plans and you’re in the way.   Do you want me to say I told you so? Do you want me to Tell you how I tried? Well, I’ve got nothing to say, You can watch me walk away, I might not even say goodbye.   Do you still think you’ve won? How’s it feel under the gun, Isn’t this how you wanted it to go? Are you getting mad, Now that you know that you’ve been had, Too bad kid, I have my own row to hoe.   Do you want me to say I told you so? Do you want me to Tell you how I tried? Well, I’ve got nothing to say, You can watch me walk away, I might not even say goo...

  About Life   The world is about life. The world is about death. Thus has it been since before you were born, Thus it is since before I arrived. We do not control death, But there are some who would control life. All life, My life, Your life. They will establish rules for life, Rules not found in nature, Some rules that nature abhors. They would make your life ruled by them, And if you will not be ruled in life, They will serve death. They will not live by their rules, They will live as they please, Exposing their rot. Should you challenge their way of living, They answer, “That’s life. Deal with it.” What sort of life is that? That we must appease and honor them, Even after death, That do not honor us? Is that not life simply shambling toward death? Life is for the living. Why can we not live our lives? Why can we not allow others to live theirs? Are we to impose our lives on them? Are we to deliver them death I...

  Rough Ride   Welcome to the circus, friend, Welcome to absurdity without end. Welcome to help they suspend, Welcome to nothing on which to depend. You knew the plan was always to upend, You knew he was a fickle friend. You knew they would never unbend – You knew the promises were all pretend.   You bought the ticket to this ride How many promises have died? How much more will you abide? Where do you think you can hide? Have you figured out who has lied? How much lower can this nation slide? Are you to a dead dream so tied? You bought the ticket, now ride the ride.   Now you begin to understand: You dealt us all the dead man’s hand, You get nothing, while they demand, You were never part of the plan. You planted both feet on shifting sand, Where can you now make a stand? You thought you’d found a place to land, They only reach out with the whip hand.   You bought the ticket to this ride How many promis...

  Secret Face   The morning breaks, the day begins, Another day he won’t fit in. Uncomfortable within his skin, Can he conceal what he’s always been?   He puts on his secret face, So that he won’t be out of place, Maybe he can still win the race, If he wears the secret face.   He works the day in his disguise, The truth sometimes shows in his eyes: A flashing fire when he hears lies, In these times much on the rise.   His secret face resembles all, A fortress, a blocking wall. Conflict thus he does forestall, From companion or cabal.   His secret face remains in place, A refuge and a stolid base, Against the winds of doubt a brace, Yet something of an empty space.   But practiced eye can still trace, What the wearer does embrace, How he may retain some grace, Deep behind his secret face.   The evening falls, the night begins, Another day has found an end. And though he still does ...

  Needs   They mark their day in miles, For they can see the setting sun, And make camp Where wood for the fire can be found.   They mark their miles in meals, For the hunt is ever before them, And the camp May be far from the herd.   They mark their meals in skill, For the best among them May need to range far from camp, And the herd may range farther.   They mark their skill in need, For the meal may not be as needful As the needs of the camp: Hide has value beyond the stomach’s comfort.   They mark their need in seasons, For the herds move with the moon, And camps must be struck quickly, If need is to be satisfied.   They mark their past in ruin, For neither they nor the herd Will stray near the glowing remains, Where may be found nothing of need.   They mark their history in sorrow, For they remember what they were, What they had done, When really… there had been no need. ...

  Seascape   Up in arms, always alarmed, By their existence, were we harmed? So, we were told promises bold, No longer our land undersold. To rid the deviant, the poisonous, They went after them, but they were us. Across mountain and expansive prairie, We seek succor taking to the sea.   And we take to our ships To find the land beyond the mists, And we sail on in hope, And to escape the tyrant’s rope.   Difference no farther than the skin, When did these lies first begin? Unwanted or unclean, What do these words really mean? Just a way to keep you down, Under someone’s boot be ground, And when one type is cleaned away, Whoever is left has their turn to pay.   And we take to our ships To find the land beyond the mists, And we sail on in hope, And to escape the tyrant’s rope.   Why do I think it won’t be me? Why does it take example to see? What will it require to be free? Is it small wonder we ...

King Thing and the Merry Xmess   King Thing was bloviating, Trying out new distortion to bring. King Thing was having a fling, King Thing was tightening the drawstring.   Merry Xmess was causing distress, Creating fireworks was what he did best. Merry Xmess made a fact abscess, Truth and equity he did suppress.   King Thing was soiling his ding, Ridiculous nonsense he would sling. King Thing his ass was wiping With the document constituting.   Merry Xmess was looking for redress From those complaining of his excess. Merry Xmess saluted regress, With a gesture too much a transgress.   King Thing had balls made of brass, Many a criminal he gave a free pass. King Thing created a morass: “Amendment, my ass!” he said with no class.   Merry Xmess had nary a qualm, With great aplomb He would truck out a bomb, While raking in all the coin he could glom.   Merry Xmess and King Thing, Spend all th...

  Runaway Time   I wake up and leave the bed, Another chance to get out of my head. Stop reviewing all that I’ve said, Make a difference somewhere instead.   Stumbling through this life’s uncertain sands, I make decisions and I make plans, Never sure how much I understand, How much effect is in my hands?   Time is running away with me, Merely an existence attendee, Leaving in my wake life’s debris, Because time has run away with me.   Wandering with purpose through the day, Hoping there’s more than just earning pay. Hoping that things don’t go far astray, Hoping that I can get out of the way.   So much out there beyond control, Toward the dark unknown I must roll. Minutes and days are swallowed whole, Time’s relentless unfurled scroll.   Time is running away with me, Merely an existence attendee, Leaving in my wake life’s debris, Because time has run away with me.   Cliff Lake 1/23/20...