What is real and what is not?

The pine filtered sun

Ascends from the east

And places her beam

On a speckled woodpecker

Pecking at a tree

My senses perceive

The marvels  around

While my brain decides

What wonderful things 

It expects to receive

Quantum theory provides

An explanation of sorts,

It is all subatomic particles 

Spinning and whirling

Influenced by magnetic flux.

It doesn’t really matter

What it is or how

It came to be

For beauty doesn’t care

About it's beginning

Everyone Wants to be Rich

The impoverished Of America 

Are not just those lacking money

But include those with

Poverty of the imagination.

In a war on the new other

House after house 

And building after building

Has been abandoned

Rural areas are armed and

Inner cities are battle zones.

      beauty is lost

We have A disaster like no other

For In our quest for gold

We have obliterated distinctions

The land of individual liberty

Has destroyed our differences,

To create identical things

With replaceable workers 

Who go home 

On our pocked streets

Bloated with cars 

That all look the same 

Staying within the lines looking  for

Gas stations, restaurants and motels 

Made out of ticky tacky

Tasting just the same.

Screens with 

With hundreds of channels, 

are unable to show us 

Anything to help 

Build Our dreams, 

Instead they manipulate us

To be a part of the collective,

Slaves to the whims of those who

Control all so that they can live like kings

And we their modern vassals.