When the world
Hits the drop
On point
In the moment
Of distress
To hold up the moments
That hold us down
Making up the words
That we so long to hear
To be here today
And gone tomorrow
Tough
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Fickle
There was once a man
Who could only believe
What he heard
He had no ability to think
He could only act
On the words in his ear
This fickle man
Had no spine or hope
To be a powerful foe
To the darkness
Of the days ahead
Melancholy
Whose spirit is that
Of nothing to bright
Nor to low
For the melancholy foe
Stands on his hind feet
Waiting for the moment
Of in between light and dark
The feeling emits the
Fear yet the hope
We all know and love
Wallet
The thick leather bound
Wallet
That was stolen
By the criminals in Paris
Withered desperate souls
Sits next to my hand
Upon arrival back
Somehow
I have pity for those silly fools
Who steal for a living
They have no meaning on this planet
They just take
And justify their deeds with needs
Of silliness
Rather have no heart
For these silly fools
The wallet tells the story
Everyday I see it
Blue
The sky
Above us
And the ground below
Beyond the clouds
Where the airplanes
Go
The blue
Is perpetual
As the sun comes in
Day after day
Taking every moment
To say
I see the blue
Beyond the vail
Of the clouds that scatter
The light
From the ground
Plush
The plush North Carolina summer
Field the breeze
Over my sweaty face
The rise of the humid air
As the day begins to ease
Into the evening hours
In the waining sun
Over the beautiful
North Carolina
Run
Landscape
The landscape of the city
Changing over time
What has come up
And gone down
When the working line
Falls
How there are very few
That rise over the years
It seems I can
Recall more who have lost
Then won
And why
Why is this the way
The landscape of the USA
Icicle Season
The blue of the winter time
Has rest its head on the
Weary earth
Blooming the snow and wind
That covers the ground
From head to toe
From the season of fall
Bursts the icicle season
Falling in the snow piles
On the ground below
Waiting for the sun to glow
Over the shimmer of fresh
Fallen
Snow
Ineffable
With the greatest of proclamations
The ineffable joy
That is felt from the purest of loves
Born on the earth
From one human heart to the next
I exalt this freedom
From the lowest valley
On the deepest dark day
I have hope for more
To be birthed
With true life
Resilient
In the face of snow
Winter bearing down
The forest thrives
In the winter ice
Giving life
Well under the ground
In a moment of doubt
I take heed from the trees
That have no leaves
In the depth of
Winter
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