Where I go
When the news of the day
Constructs fear towers
In the home
Where I stay
Can I go in moments notice
Go unnoticed
Where can I go
Where I float
Return to home
Where I Go
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Tag Archives: Art
High Times
Prepare
Rehearse
Ask questions
What takes time
Has time to grow
Waiting for high times
The world we know
Holding hands and making plans
For the uncertainty of life will not own
Us
While we prepare ourselves
For the high times
Big Days
These big days
Come ever so often
After many early mornings
Many hours
In writing
And reflection
They reflect the power of real work
And dedication
On these big days
I embrace the sun
And prepare for what is to come
All In One
Eve lights
On side roads
Dim lit
Ways to go
Hold on to our
Withering hope
Of better days
New Springs
Late hopes
While angels sings
We listen
We love
We hope now
All in one
Late Night Quiet
The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
The Wide Open
Back from the depths
Of despair and loathing
My mind settles
On a rate
More running
Then floating
Bring in days new and open
In the wide open
Welcome Me in Montana
Welcomed by the mountain range
The wide sky
Opening my eyes
Late into the eve
Morning skies
Welcome to the nature stage
Well done
And never the same
Back to Words
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
The Sour Hour
Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
How Friendships Change
Friend and moments
Time and history
What changes ahead and lies behind
Can be one great mystery
From meeting to realizing
From analyzing to growing
Friendships have a way of outlasting
While the mind keeps going
But at some point distance can be too great
Challenges and differences to obtuse
That is when some friends just have
To cut loose
But friendships change as do all living creatures
If history be true
This surely it will teach us
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