Why such
Anger
In a bitter
Way of making
Life
Grey
From the onset
Of a beautiful day
So I resist
This bitterness
Today
And
Again
Bitter
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I Beg
I have begged
Borrowed
But never stolen
What was not mine
To take
Ethics
Have long gone
From this world
But I do believe
In a world
That can be better
And create
It
Myself
Little Known Facts
Little known facts
Lead to unknown
Revelations
That take
The words
Of a confused
Man
And make the rest
Understand
The lies
That lie
Underneath
Back Against the Time
Back against
The world
Is a telling story
Of what can be said
And what has to be withheld
So the moments
Of pressure
Must be spent
In focus on the goal
Not the swaying of
The masses
To and endless game
Of chance
Again
The words
Fall out of the phrases
As the sun
Sets in the shade
Of a smoky night
In the place
Of water and land
The Memories Were Never Mine
It was all a part
Of a play
The moments passed
As the wind blew
Through the day
The memories we make
Are not to keep
But rather to hold
Close to our hearts
Throughout this crazy
Life
That we live
Again and Again
The hope
Of repetition
Is growth
Slow and steady
But hopeful
As it goes
So again and again
I hope
To grow
One small
Amount each
Day
Diddle
It was never
Right
From the onset
Of the deal
A diddle
Little thing
When the eyes are wandering
The swindlers
Are at play
Focused on the goals
Of the day
Expectations
What are my hopes
One dream
Comes and goes
Along the same
Shores
Who knows
So the hope rises
And fall
All along
The life
Long
The Humorous Wind
A wild wind
Blows
On the eastern
Shores
Of Chicago
Down the lakeshore
And through the streets
Of a city
In a constant state
Of repeat
And repeat
So the sun lights
A small grain of sand
One by one
All again
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