Lopsided tears
Fall down my
Uneven face
Never perfect
And not a disgrace
Life is lived
Without the certain
Hope or goal
But in trying times
Hold on
Instead of let go
Lopsided Tears
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Monthly Archives: March 2020
What to Say
What to say
Today
Tomorrow or the same
As a new rhythm starts to take place
In my heart filled with adrenaline
Will now race
To the next conclusion
Is hopeful
When the mind is woeful
Of the world around me
Wooden Mouths
Wooden mouths
Echo splintered fragments
Of thoughts onto the masses
Tucking hopes in the
Dried up grasses
With bone dry teeth
Never holding on
Not much to keep
On a River in Texas
On a river in Texas
People gather close
To their beverage
As the fumes of coffee and tea
Fall willfully
Speckled mist
Gathers
Around a full cup
Of a humid night
Keeping me up
Fluttering Masks
Fluttering masks
In times of confusion
Hoping we can make it
Through
What is real
And an illusion
Fluttering masks
On people faces
But for me I am to wreckless
I guess
Worried too late
Than the rest
Hop Things
Hop things to stay ahead
Hop things and off we go
Another night
Another toll
Bent
Bent on irrational behavior
No delayed last-minute savior
Of people or animals
Mammals
Bent on the frenzy
Of the moment
Don’t know where
This is going
Mid Day Coffee Line
Mid day coffee crush
Afternoon slumber crush
The day
With hole fields of caffeine ablaze
Set to a early morning drum
Now a day dreary
Has a firefly sun
In the coffee line
In the afternoon
Not to late
Never too soon
My Helpless Shiver
If I were only the best
The undisputed world champion
Would I resist an ill will of fate
Temptations to state
That my own indifference
Or subject to exposure
To think that I am no good
All over
I shiver
Helpless to get
Away from those feelings
Squalid Greed
Squalid greed
Unpunished demonstration
Of the full-blown
Castration
Of a society
Is the licking lips
Of high snob-riety
Hanging all hopes
On the goal
Of self advance
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