Back to Words

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

Hope Hoping

 

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

Chaos Control 

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

Destiny or Fate: Nature Vs. Nurture

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