A resigning expose

Of letters

And words

From the worms

To the birds

The words that

Proliferate

Change

Have come due

It is very

Strange

At odds

Or bad odds

It seems odd

That the goal

Is to stagnate

The straight

Line of progress

So we sit in limbo

No matter where

We

Go

Along the path

Frequently travrled

I have made moves

Many a times

As the time goes

So my belongings go

Ahead into a new plqve

A new state

Of mine

As they say

On the given day

Arrival has been made

To make me appreciate

The new beginnings

That we have had

Over the time

On the planet

Tiger window

From the old

Chair

Sitting in the house

Closest to the corner

Of the street

An old magazine

Was what would keep

The tiger

In

The window

One labored move

A moment

Was all it took

For the feeble crook

To lay his hands

On the mighty prize

Of common understanding

And delusional lies

But once the captured had

Been taken

There was no mistaken

That a feeble crook

Had the

World

All shook

I will take the front

Self

Standing up to the bar

Of hopes

To make realities

Come true

The front test

Will undue

The past

With one sharp

Glance

My earthy cover

Skin to hold me together

From the mildest

To wildest weather

From day to day

Sunshine to rain

My earthy cover

Keeps me

Going

From one sunshine

To the next

Taken home

Is a time to grow

With hopes and dreams

The ones I know

That exist under the pillows

Where I slept as a kid

The taken home hopes

Of the life ahead

One day away

From a buzzing day

Today

The feeling grows

Like a plant

In a lovely home

We awake the moment

With our eyes to the sky

To take the buzzing days

With a hope of life