Little flowers
Grow
Gently on the side
Of the street
Where the light
Hits just perfectly
After the morning dew is gone
A little flower brings
Hope
That when the conditions
Are right
What can bloom
Will save us too
Little Flowers
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Blessed
Blessed
Was the hopes
From the infant
State of mind
Came a time
Where I understood
Less than I tried
So hopeful my eyes
Go unto
The skylight
Under Over
I was under my expectations
But overdue
For an adjustment
Of my strained
Blurry vision
From the circular world
That spins
So quietly
Around us
I had hopes to rise
Above the acidic
Rain
But for now I see what
Where I am at
And can’t
Complain
Jetpack Babe
I wish I had a jetpack
Blast me to the
Next place
I want to be
With you
In the evening
And see it through
To the mourning light
Again and again
Me and you
A jetpack
To get me through
All Wrong
I had it all wrong
From the shirts
To the clothes
To the coffee
And the hopes
What’s the matter
Anyways
When it’s all wrong
Today
Nebulous
An abstracted
Detracted
Line of sight
In the evening
Of a sailers
White capped waves
Over and over
The ocean of life
Rolls
Over and over
Until I can’t see
Anymore
Foggy Commands
Foggy commands
Never demands
The exact nature of the words
Intended
Unintended
It deceives the eyes
Of a withered heart
And blistered soul
Upon the strained
Uncertain
Hopes
Of the foggy words
From the mouths
Of silly
Ones
Nonchalant
Nothing too formal
Because I don’t want a lot
What the idea was to be
A little more nonchalant
Rebel Hopes
Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
Not Level
There was never
Fairness
In capitalists
The idea was trivial
Literal
Jargon
On a page
So the ones who
Proclaim the top
Take what they can
All their days
So the rest
Can debate
The endless ways
To divide what is left
But well below
We will stay
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