Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
Dating Apps
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Coast to Coast Storms
Featured
Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
Instinctive Existence
My instinctive existence
No can shut off the computer
Can apply resistance
To the path laid out
By the elite
Class
We have to remind ourselves
That instincts
Can succinct with
The truth
Better than what the news
Tells you
So know that
This type of existence
Is vital
In a world
More entitled
Than focused
On the truth
Lost and Not Found
Will we circle back
To where it all began
In hopes of having a
Stable world
But it seems
As the world breaks
At the seams
All have doubled
On what has been lost
With not attempt
To find
What truth
May be left
Behind
Back and Gone
From a dirty palm
Comes word of
Confusion
And bemusement
From the drivers side
Of a SUV ride
I have to learn
Not to deny
That within my mind
Lies words of hope and optimism
Even amidst my own
Skepticism
So enjoy the day
Be learn to be
OK
Totality
Totally
Known
In it’s totality
Will we ever really
Know
The truth
Timely Lies
Timely lies
Come from the clear
Blue skies
Under the sunshine
And starlight
The created lies
Are shared
Part Concern
It was not the full
Onset of concern
That dawned on me
In the morning
It was the part
That imparted a certain
Uncertainty
So the fear came on
More gradually
Than before the time
When I felt like
I knew more
Blue-Eyed Worry
It was a blue sky
That reminded me
Of why my eyes saw
Brought me back
To uneasy memories
Unfinished work
A lack of mastery
So my blue eyed worries
Began to creep into me
One thought
At a time
The Polite Expert
All things held constant
As they are
Words are needed to soothe
The disruption
From a certain combustion
So the fuel can be expelled
With a polite expert
Weaving the words
Through a difficult
Narrative
To see what the future
Can hold
Unarmed
Am I prepared
For this life
The moments
That I fail
To see the hope
Amidst the sadness
When the focus
Is anything but what I want
To focus on
I need help in these times
When my unarmed eyes
Can’t see a way through
Morning Blood
At first sight
There was hope
But then blood was drawn
With one poke
Of the eye
With the social feed
Roaring with fire
And stoked wherever you go
There was morning blood
Drawn
Even if you didn’t
Know
