Winning

Sometimes you look at the landscape and see where the poison is, and you can ramble along safely, knowing the terrain, dodging the bullets, and then you can sift through ruins that are left behind by the poisons, and learn who and what was strong enough to resist. Of course, the weak may be worth saving too, but it's still good to know.

The Atlas of the world
The cloying hand of civilization
Reaches into my pocket
And steals my voice
I'd rather wear my bluest boots
And crush away my own
Hope for some salvation
We can call our own
Even though
To and fro
I cast a little light
And falling through the flight
I tell another tale,
Waking up your doubt
And spearding all my clout
So that you know it's me
Who wandered and and took
What ever life you had
And told them who mistook
Your laughter for a song
Of loyalty and life and just
A fine fullfilling time
When all we know we now can say
I heard it just the other day
And nothing in it shook me too
The core the way that it used to
In blue
I step and crave the way
The day
Would fade and fall away
Okay....
Say,
Do you think I'll learn to pray
To the force that made you weep
Even though the faltering steep of
Never wanting to go to town
On the pavement I'll rescue
My vanity from this triumph
And live with No more you
To keep it under tabs.

the Sanctuary........

Needs some dynamics. I wonder when people will again want to argue about Michael Moore and start a ruckus. Do we have to wait for Sicko?