Scot-Free
Letting go of troubles
Eternally
How can one man live
In expensive cars
And neighborhoods
While others are punished
And pay time
Some run scot-free
While others due time
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Category Archives: Poems
Grown Up
We are growing up
In a world
That revolves
Humanity evolves
We evolve
I evolve
Let us not dissolve our evolution
For a cheap taste
Of bad times
Bold Notion
Bold as it goes
Holding on to the ones
We need to let go
World in whiplash
Jerking motion
Every morning
Every notion
Leads to the fear
Of tomorrow
Today
Yesterday
The Slurry
The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
If We Fear
If we fear each other
Than we do not grow
Fond of our differences
It is in the uncertainty
Of fondness that we are vulnerable
We let go
We listen
We grow
Let us not fear
Speak
Listen and
Learn
Dirty Hands
Dirty hand
Never quite know
That in the depths washed
You can not quite get all of the
Dirt
If dirt is on the hands of man
Whose hands toil in the dirt
No notice is paid
But on the hands of a banker
On the hands of a tycoon
We wonder
Where does this dirt come from
The dirty hands
That can’t be washed clean
Made for Infinite
Made whole
Only to be broken
Held on to
Until no words were spoken
We are made for infinte
But struggle with moments
Like these
Hold On to Let Go
Can holding on
Be letting go
Holding up
Waiting to see where
I can go
We can learn to hold
On
To let
Go
At the Cafe
At the cafe
Hands on the roaster
Brewing the next cup
Looking to the future
Filling up
Looking at ways to grow
Without selling the soul
Of what makes it all work
The creation of an idea
And the contrast of growth
Weighs on every mind
Again Again
Begin again
Again again
It all starts over
When you start again
But when you pick up
And return to form
You learn what you lost
And regain what you knew
So that in due time
You can see how you
Grew
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