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
Diddle
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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
None Required
Nothing is required
In a life
Fully lived
No education demanded
More depends on
What you give
Rather than take
So remember
That none is required
To live
A good life
Comfort In Days
Comfort
Comes
In time
With every hour
That passes
Through the lens
Of my eyes
The night
Falls
And the day
Rises again
In time the comfort
Will set in
Unpublished
Words that lie
Unpublished
On the bylines
Of the internet
Of the website
Intent
Rather off
Pace
With the unpublished
Works
Of what it
Can take
For the Sake of Harmony
For the sake of harmony
What is at stake
To be given freely
For the greatest
Take
Of happiness
For the collective
I would forsake
Opinions
Fake and foiled
To listen instead
To be patient
Rather than turning red
In the face
So for the sake of harmony
What will give
And what can we take
Piquant Nights
The evening
Was blue
From the start
Easy as it came
In from the western shores
So I stood
Taking in the waves
On the shore
Seeing the city line
Over the water lines
These piquant nights
Are the most
Enticing
I have ever seen
Shallow
Shallow
Is the fear
That I see
Growing amongst
Those
Whose cares
Are not in consideration
With others
Rather we must emit and develop
Depth for others
And for ourselves
The Spiritual Side
The spiritual side of life
Is the moment
The universe
Doesn’t revolve around
The simple
I
Rather a spiritual side
Must expand the idea
That we are part of a world
A life
Where we give
And we take
So as to make life
Rich for others
As it is
For ourselves
Little Lies
Little lies
Grow on a field
Of green grass
Deep in the roots
Pulling out the nutrients
From the grass will
Make
Ashes
So the little lies are the
Culprit
Of the times
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