TOPANGA CANYON

I know of a place

Where the women age with grace

I know of a land

Where every woman and man

Has a smile on their face

Even on bad days

No it is not Spectre or Stepford

Pleasantville, or OZ

but more like Westside Story

A little more vibrant

A little more raw

I know of a place

Where the people wear smiles on their face

I know of a land

Where every other house

Has a family band

Elder lovers kiss on the bench

Long silver haired damsels

like Slivers of moon

With as much vitality

as the caterpillar emerging from the cocoon

Their men like shiny silver dollars spinning all around a room

BY LIBERTE

Photo by Multimedia Artist Tom Sewell

The majority exists as a minority

The middle seems a place to stay sane

Don’t accept favors

There is no reward for good or bad behavior

Poker is the name of the game

What is the name of equal exchange?

Will we repeat history

And carry our weight in pain

And a definition of capitalism -One mans misfortune, another’s gain

Is ignorance truly bliss?

An enemies kiss

Can be just as sweet

When you don’t understand a thing

A slave to vice

Is so easily controlled

The bigger the appetite, the more power another can hold

Edison was on a pedestal

While Nikola Tesla was left out in the cold

Powers that be, believe

Innovation must be tamed

In youth we perceive through belief

In discovery of truth we place our blame

The middle seems a space to stay sane

How do you stay dry under reign?

BY LIBERTE