There was once a man
Who could only believe
What he heard
He had no ability to think
He could only act
On the words in his ear
This fickle man
Had no spine or hope
To be a powerful foe
To the darkness
Of the days ahead
Fickle
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Wallet
The thick leather bound
Wallet
That was stolen
By the criminals in Paris
Withered desperate souls
Sits next to my hand
Upon arrival back
Somehow
I have pity for those silly fools
Who steal for a living
They have no meaning on this planet
They just take
And justify their deeds with needs
Of silliness
Rather have no heart
For these silly fools
The wallet tells the story
Everyday I see it
Blue
The sky
Above us
And the ground below
Beyond the clouds
Where the airplanes
Go
The blue
Is perpetual
As the sun comes in
Day after day
Taking every moment
To say
I see the blue
Beyond the vail
Of the clouds that scatter
The light
From the ground
Plush
The plush North Carolina summer
Field the breeze
Over my sweaty face
The rise of the humid air
As the day begins to ease
Into the evening hours
In the waining sun
Over the beautiful
North Carolina
Run
Landscape
The landscape of the city
Changing over time
What has come up
And gone down
When the working line
Falls
How there are very few
That rise over the years
It seems I can
Recall more who have lost
Then won
And why
Why is this the way
The landscape of the USA
Icicle Season
The blue of the winter time
Has rest its head on the
Weary earth
Blooming the snow and wind
That covers the ground
From head to toe
From the season of fall
Bursts the icicle season
Falling in the snow piles
On the ground below
Waiting for the sun to glow
Over the shimmer of fresh
Fallen
Snow
Quintessential
The quintessential
Excuse
To avoid the words
That could resound
In the nature of the ear
Make sense of the confusion
The highest of honors
Takes the back seat
These days
For other types of
Pursuits
Both silly and unusual
So I hold hope
For a solid
Return
Labyrinthine
The labyrinthine of
Mind
Time
And
Time
Again
The complications of human life
Lived through days
On this earth
Woven in the fabric of
Experiences
One can only try to understand
So we exist
Not knowing all
But learning to know
Each other
New York City
How long has it been
Since I have smelled the roasting
Chestnuts
In the square
Taking in the lights
As the night approaches
The city I remember
Every ounce of living
On those streets
I miss what I knew
At a time when
City life
Was for
Me and you
North Carolina
A place of such
Rich landscape
The hushing breeze
And grassy fields
Under a sky of silk
Woven feathers
Bright and blooming
As the flowers come through
The mountains
Hold you tight
As they always do
In the state of North Carolina
You feel as fresh
As the morning dew
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