Some thought on Los Angeles

Cars, cars, cars, and all wanting to be a star. They look up and see what is not true, but a fascade. Sticking and moving through what is not even tangible. The beat of the street hits hard. Composing its own type of symphony. Sounds a little different from the one’s up on blueberry hill. And all tat surrounds are the hypocrisies of war with tyrants sending out there minions with sign of REAL HEROES ARE WAR REGISTERS. What this establishment has failed to grasp is that an internal war has been brewing for years. Tap the spine and the nerves will react. Bright light and sleepless nights of this big bang theory, that is not going to hit over seas but right in our backyard. With tidbits of change that could have happened. Baby step is all that was needed.