PurgeA.Story

purgatorium the moratorium
seldom do we hear them rhyme
the memorandum said its time
thirty three wells shut down…
drilling kills while it fills us up.
TheOis! Just what I said it’d be…
A very hard lesson by way of see
and it’s a process undeniably

”...do you pick your roses?...”

I cut them just before seed
Dad said, they’d keep blooming…
It’s the charm in the garden knowing
Just how to keep things growing
Extend the harvest for feeding
Stop the oceans bleeding and
Unite as one in the clearing a
Measure calls a Lion daring
An amusing muse, in deed…

”...purge a story honey…”
”... there’s an owl
on the face of the money…”
”...lazy are the many…”
and crazy are the few
who dare play checkers
in a gumbo stew…

Welcome, we’re in Limbo
Facing a truth growing below
“the nothing is coming”
as an under tow
”...We went through fire…”
”...it used to be water…”
death becomes matter
”...forgive them Father…”
blood is thicker
then the mighty dollar
when death becomes kin
they’ll think a bit faster…
a true and natural disaster
can happen as life in the after
purgatorius won’t be so glorious
if the ignition becomes a blade

This can be a heaven
and this can be a hell
even if we’re head on’
at the gates of a well

”... I’m waven…”
It’s the story of a venture
where the goods assure
that we’re not craven
the earthly treasures
we’re not deserving
lessons can be learned
in serving…
but who’s to say
what’s really worth earning
when treasures are measured
in things worth learning
and to purge a story
that can call a yearning
is to lead a Nation
to a heartfelt burning

”...we know the truth
is in what we’re not doing…”