September sun
Brings out the heat
In the early parts
Of autumn
So thick
You can see the humid
Air
Linger over the fields
Ready for the change
Of season
The hope of summer
Fading quickly
As the fall is now
Upon us
September Sun
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Perpetual Plastics
What we use
And what we throw away
Piles up in the oceans
Out of sight
Of our hands and minds
But trash does not
Go away
Living well beyond the life
It had on the shelf
So be thoughtful of life
As we make our way
Through the web
Of air and water
Right here on earth
tinted
my hopes
are tinted
on an old car
dashboard
wasted from the
summer light
harsh on the dash
so I gather a more
tinted approach
to the life
that I live
Flippant
I have adopted the flippant
Approach
To the news
Of what matters little
In my sphere of control
So I take a new light
Into the darkest night
When all is lost
I laugh
To just to be alive
Is my only thought
Highway to the Sky
The highway runs
Up into the sun
As it blurs out
You see what has been undone
As traffic jams
Await a new universe
Of holding hope
For the next green light
As we set our course
For the journey
To the
Highway in the sky
Unclear Eye
The floor that we walk on
Spaghetti lace dress
I move with slow intention
To see the best
Of a world encompassed in moss
Unclear to the eye
The thunder of hope
Beats out
To hear the notes
In the sky
Dysfunctional
What was the place
Where we began
To lose our minds
The dysfunction of time
Wasted
Is now set
Deep in my pen
As I write to you
A verse
Of confusion
In a life
That has become
Much less
Amusing
Uncovering Meek Virtue in Our Lives
Where is such a talent
A virtue buried
In the wide open
Spaces that make up
Life that we live
How can we be
Such complacent beings
With no sense of
Mortality
I ask this as a hopeful
Idea
In the back
Of your mind
Endurable
To be endured
With long hands
Holding the grips
Of the changing world
What we feel
Is what we live
And what we hear
From those we know
We make a certain jump
From the life
We have had
Cynical
The cynical words
Fell from my lips
Regrettably
At the time
Imperfect
But what is perfection
If procrastination takes hold
So I am working through
The errors I have made
To be a better
Man
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