August free-flow- thought poem

I've been brewin', stewin' over spewin' out all these crazy thoughts onto a page when I have no time to think of adequate rhymes, for the few wandering eyes that may happen to identify with the moral craze I phrase. 

Here's an example: 

Nearly going from going negative to being the only positive face, and watching the money get replaced as I make haste and less waste. 

But still the weekends ahead promise to be a competitive thread of artists and dreamers, I wait to behold the story untold but I fear for me and my peers.

We may get lost in this journey down the road of chaos- and still we tread on. 

At 2a.m. a reminder of war, floods the brain with guilt- how does one go on?

The entire scheme of daily life is meaningless when I picture my brother's wife in those pictures... 

Before he goes away I want to free him,

I want to steal him for myself and let him go, let him fail, let him fly, but let him live without touching those lies. Without having to defend a system of debates which are currently running on fuels of hate- and fear. 

It's too much to hear-

When you're far away and your loved ones are never near, to imagine they might only be here another few years.

That the people you know are only what you remember them as, and it's as if everyone is dead, undead, living in another "state"... Sending strange messages and still we'd debate. 

But they're never here and I'm never there so no matter how much I care they won't hear these things, I swear.

Not unaware, just unprepared. 

So they say, you never know how deep you care, until you are assaulted by fear and despair. Then you are molested by a world obsessed with what to buy and what to wear and you're forced to care for your share- though what else do they know? The whole word seems unfair, to all of us who care.