Time passes
in cloudy mind and rainy thought
but energy and shelter
points towards posterity
through solar futures
cheaper than the wars
supplied by crackheads
that beat shores.
Clouds of mind and rain of thought
brings dust of stars alive, unsought,
nourishing spirit with thanks to God
and growing soil for garden's lot.
However energy and shelter
grow soul's wealth
constructing artifice
for biologic health
with sojourney of ingenuity
and seas of acceptance,
My heart soars in new sunshine
as it finds its home to grow
Pointing to posterity
are thirteen compasses
and 360 degrees on 2d
and direction thirteen,
which travels time
rather than space.
and we find gray
replaces gold of youth
with silver hair
and crow feet staring, back
but at least one may create
while waiting.
It is your destiny.
Solar futures
await the brave
for time is won
buy those that would innovate,
by innate design or behavior,
freedom from climate change
though it's bigger than us
we individually make peace
or war as case may be
Cheaper than oil wars
is green peace
simpler than drive chains
are electric engines
Shouldn't we live cheaply and simply?
Consuming less seems proactive.
Crackheads
do their best
to confuse things
like reality
and make really complex
simple needs and wants
to milk dollar bills
from cash cows.
In another life
I was an oil Barron.
Beating shores
are wars of scarcity
as seas of needs
laps at stability
but storms will brew
and cataclysmic shifts happen
no matter what we choose.
It's best just not to live next
to shifty temperaments.
In the last 36 years
through nourished spirit
I've grown souls wealth
in thirteen directions.
I would innovate
for greener peace,
and do my best
in building stability.