For all of the feelings
That are boxed
In the crate of life’s
Hopes
Dreams
Unseen
These things
Fade with time and
Tenor
So hold hope that a
New life
Can be started
With a eyes on a new future
Embracing New Beginnings: A Journey of Hope
Reply
Monthly Archives: October 2024
The Facade of Justice: Reflections in Verse
Object to the days rule
The judge high off in distant
Gown
Draped over the isle
Where I sit
Pretending to listen
To care
When I know that
The judge there is a facade
Of what we are supposed to feel
But I keep quiet
Keep my peace
For another day
Tearful
A tearful return
Through hope and sadness
Blend unimagined
To see through
The blurriness of tears
Fallen
One after the other
So take time today
To cherish those you love
And say
I love you
Trite
The medieval kind
Of living
Well overdone
Thinking
To see what a
World
Has to hold
Through the generations
What can I learn
From the mistakes of the past
To hold up the real future
To see what we are
Capable of
The Colorful Journey of Crayons in Our Memories
What memories are tied
To the small
Color stick
Created in
And created for
Creation of the mind
To take one color
At a time
To believe in a world
Full of the colorful light
I see the crayon
The way I had seen it
Before
In my youth
Through eyes
That have grown sore
Southern
A southern twist
To the week
When we are in the open
Holding hands with the future
Of our own trials
And tribulations
So a southern move
Is in store
For the world
And for my now
Sights
Little Time
What time we have
Has to be the most we can do
From the thin line of youth
To the ages of time
And wisdom
The wasted few
Regret what was left
Behind
So know to live
With hope on
Your side
Back
back against the wall
to tall
to see the ground
where my feet slide
further from the line
so I myself slip
in hope and in time
so hold me up legs
when the world
is not on my side
Title
The title was nothing more
Than a word
Meaningless in form and
Shape
So today I set out to
To learn a new title
For myself
One that I yet don’t seem to
Understand
In that darkness
I am fine
To learn
What my title will
Be
What Changed
In fact
Nothing
Changed
The same coffee and tea
The same rituals of the day
But somehow
The world
Creates a world within it
That changes
Everything
That much
I know
A Cup of Songwriting 