The lake lays
Awake
While we sleep
Lapping waves
On the shores
Of the Indiana shores
With dunes and beaches
Summer will evaporate
While the lake lies
Awaits a new summer
In a deep winter freeze
The Lake Lays
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Granite Stones
Cold
Underlining counters
With reflective site
Elbow cold
Down by my side
Granite stones
In suburban homes
This life we live
The truths we own
Lays on top
Of these granite stones
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
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
The Great Debate
Polite discrepancy
Independently
Who’s responsibility is it
Who’s responsibility was it
To be honest and clear
Alive and front and center
Taking the stage
As the great pretender
Honor the people
Before the investor
This is not a board game of sorts
Or out of sorts
I watch in horror
Decisions will be made tonight
During the outlandish debate
Hoping someone will seal a certain fate
Tonight
Alright
Let them at it
We can watch the fight
Life
Life has a way of changing
Right when you think it is all figured out
Right when you get comfortable
You get knocked down
Change is truly inevitable
It is in this inevitability that we must anticipate
Await new challenges
New celebrations
New frustrations
It is all in the package when you sign the lease
Lease of life
Temporary
Inpermanent
I see these changes truly only in retrospect
Hard to drive the car when you can only look back
But I adapt
That is the fully human function we all have
Is the ability to change to the future
To see what is required and adapt to it
Sometimes I reminisce the past
I open up to it
But only momentarily
There is nothing to hold on to
To move forward with
I just have this moment
It will never be the same
And I have never been here before
But I will do my best
Life
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
11:57
11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
Muddle by Technology
Muddle and confusion
Marry the mellow quiet
With ruptured sounds of a digital empress
Defiant of the status quo
Holding on to the last of what was
What we used to know
The cell phone rings
Elbows locked in admiration
Swing around the border
Of the new order
Tech first feeling second
Defiant I remane
But I wonder what the world would be
With no technology
Would we be more advanced
If we were connected by glance
Instead of digital connection
A tacit code of life
Implied by technical lines
We are breakable and weak
In the eye of technology
Return to the Pages
Return to the pages
Settled in and getting away
Too long
Can get contagious
I don’t write
Due to lack of inspiration
Rather I am not writing
Because it has become
A lack of motivation
Unfamiliar sensation
But it is a coal covered jewel
Untouched as the days continue
First the idea sprouts
From mind to fingers
Scatters across the keys and onto the page
I resurrect the beast laying dormant
Back to writing and enjoyment
With rest comes ideas
Ideas with time
And now it is time to return
To the pages
To the writing burn
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