Poetry (soon Songs) from a long day

Philippits
I am waiting
for a star to fall down
from the sky
free the rest of us

I am praying
for the rain to fall heavy
heavier than it's ever been
wash our afflictions

I am standing
on the ashes of a revolution
that has not heard song
nor breathed in flame

See, the only drug worth indulging
Is least bit habit-forming
I have found the one (I have found the one)

I am singing
to the tune of poets dead and gone
Only a specter of manufactured
money mills remain

I am clinging
to the only true words
a great too many men used to say
to seize the day

Do not delay


Corny (as hell)
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board

Gather hands
Magnetism is key
Summon gravity
the almighty

Unbeliever
Confined to your church
of things seen unholy
My heresy

Just coz he's dead
Don't mean you are


T-rigo
People say
freedom is lost
soon as it is gained
time and its pathways
in Bowie's great maze

No way to find out
How it all began/ how it all turns out/ how it all ended

The gods used to say
You must be outta your mind
to think this way
to be this way
Or else, a slave

(with) no way out
aching to complain
a straight line not a plane!