In the orange light
Of fall
Upon the grass
Of the later
Part of the year
We have hopes
Of what is to come
In the time
We have
Together
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Kindly Political
When was the last
Cordial
Political
Movement
Of virtue over
Destruction
Is that posible
In today’s world
With hard words the norm
What can we do
To be kind to
Each
Other
The Wisdom of Bird Flight: New Heights and Intentional Wisdom
Foolish birds
Fly over Lake Michigan
Take a look
With one single span
Of the wings
Brings new
Heights to the flight
Of the bird
My own eyes blink
Like a crawling wave
Where the bird flies higher
At the path
The bird is precise
As any other form of life
So what seems
Foolish to me
Is intentional
Wisdom from a
An animal
In the sky
So return the
Birds to the sky
To keep their wisdom
Over my simple thoughts
So the flight of the bird
Makes my own thoughts
Weak
In my head
My mind can learn
From the flight
Of the bird
Omniscient
The days of omniscience
Are upon us
The moves we make
The freedoms we take
Are no longer free
In the root of Freedom
Is
Free
Or dumb
I can’t tell which is better
In this world we are in
So take a moment
To be yourself today
And be free among us
Resignation
Wait or
Don’t
Let go before you know
That’s the goal
Of the highest world
Pressing down on your throat
So feel the pain of
Resignation
Deep in the fibers
Of who you are
Yesterday’s Hero
Blistered vocal chords
Sing songs
Out of tune
In the days
Of crimson suns
And waining moons
To the hope of a world
Not so hopeful
And charred with
The leftover ambitions of
Yesterdays hero
We will wait
To see what the sky
Will bring tomorrow
Aloof
Was it the moment
The bad performance
Or just the mere
Existence
Of an aloof individual
With no regards
To help the others
Meant to be
So stay aloof friends
Unattached
And vacant
For all
Corruption
I love corruption
So out of sync
With the times
Anyone can have this disease
With no discrimination
It knows no boundaries
Loyalties
To party or side
Corruption within
The voids
So to see it with
My own eyes
I see that no one
Is free from the powers
That be
Literacy
Literacy
Of the people
Depends on the words
That we have
Or don’t have
So we can’t let the elites
Control our last hope
Our minds
The Kingdom
When did we become peasants
Serving the queen
Of taking the path
Paved by others
Not blazed by the own
Heart
The heartless
Have ripped our lives
Out of our own
To this unknown
We are not a passive stupid people
We are focused on saving
What we have left
To live for
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