Crisp
Clicks
Cracks and snap
Of the footsteps left
Behind
In the history
Of time
Echoed into space
Along the way
And captured in the faintest of
Sounds
But drown
In a world obsessed with motions
So we hold on
To those we love
Before our footsteps too
Will be forgotten
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
Ebullient
The times of the year
When Thanksgiving
Rolls around
Over the fallen leaves
And the fall sun
The days of life
That are lived
To just be happy
To just be
The water is full
Of the movement
From west to east
Slowly rolling over
The waves
Coming at the shore
The birds float above the water
In a strong wind
That holds them still in their
Flight
I hold my breathe as the
Cold wind
Comes against my face
As the liner sits
Out in the grips
Of the water
Pride for the day
For the rising sun
For the country we live in
Pride in a new way
Seeing through the clouds
Of grey
Pride for the night that
Brings us rest
Pride in the hope
That tomorrow
Will bring us better
Friendliness
The pride of the future
Lies in you and me
Hold me up
With the sharpest of knives
So that success is not
A working right
But rather a gift
Given by those in charge
Who control who makes it
And who is broken and
Destroyed
With these knives they
Pay each other 10 million dollars
An appearance
While most can not pay the rent
And yet we worship these fools
Complete and utter fools
Running away with the keys
To our lives
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
I have adopted the flippant
Approach
To the news
Of what matters little
In my sphere of control
So I take a new light
Into the darkest night
When all is lost
I laugh
To just to be alive
Is my only thought
When was the last
Cordial
Political
Movement
Of virtue over
Destruction
Is that posible
In today’s world
With hard words the norm
What can we do
To be kind to
Each
Other
I’m late
Again
It what for
Who knows
The time flies
And my mind goes
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