Waves crash uneven
Surges
Reaching my ears
Pulling up
Pushing back
From the salty breeze
To the easy skies
Oregon coast
In my eyes
Waiting for the sun
To push through the clouds
While the sea lurches on
Bending up
Pulling back
The trees sit atop the mountains
Clean air
Subtle motion
Sweet views of panorama
Falling from the skies
As the big Montana summer
Lies awake
By our side
The air crisp
Blown down from the mountains
Walking to coffee
Subtle beauty
500 miles from the sea
Welcomed by the mountain range
The wide sky
Opening my eyes
Late into the eve
Morning skies
Welcome to the nature stage
Well done
And never the same
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
Is it destiny or fate
Nature or nuture
How can one being
Be solely dispositioned
For great cynicism
Can it be that
The destiny
Was set in stone
From the onset
Before the quietest of sunsets
I hold hope for the lost souls
My own brothers
My own blood
Hold on to hope
Of new discovery
Eternally
I will hold hope
No reset
No regrouping
Standards set
Obtuse and strange
Hold my hands
While our words change
No truth to tell
No truth to seek
Keep it up
Maybe the polls will peak
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