Grass movement

My eyes they weep

But tears can't grow grass.

Or roots for that matter...

My heart it beats

and throbs on the street.

The movement was meant for us...

though so was democracy.

A socialist inside

I work toward perpetual energy.

Motion never stopped,

never lost.

No man, woman, or child

should experience such loss.

Tesla was right, all for one

and one for all.

But Edison was a capitalist

And sought his capi-tal.

Physics and vibrations,

They are all that is.

I resonate

At Five-TwentyEight

Just like

Our sun- the trees

everyone & eve-ry-thing-that-we-see.

All that ever was, and will ever be.

I resonate,

at Five TwentyEight-IT-HERTZ

to see this hate.

 

So I further my education

for those who cannot.

I am here to help the world; it is my very existance.

I feel dissonance,

with those who let it rot;

The billionaires who know no similar thoughts.

 

I feel love for all these people

Yet they do not know me.

I am an engineer; I simply build dreams.

Five-TwentyEight, the frequency of love;

Despite this, love is needed more frequently.

 

My palms they sweat

This knot is dread,

my voice is muffled

my tears they shed.

These roots have got to grow.

Please let them grow

   

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