The little we know
Is holding our growth
The fear of letting go
Prohibits where we can go
If we give up
We give in
Continue on
Thick or thin
The little we know
Hope fear and love
Hold your strength my dear
Keep your eyes to the sun
Eggnog anyone?
Poured over a hot sipping cup
My eggnog
Your eggnog
This holiday goldfish
Wrapped in infamy
We judge each other
Living in an alternative
Life from the real
Descriptives
Explicative
Holiday treats filled with love
Not jealous emotions
This notion
I hold dear
The purpose ton
Accomplishes much
With a finite stroke
A definitive look
Hoping to accomplish
What has lost focus
Withholding tight
To the morning sun
Look ahead
To a purpose ton
Ready for change
In time
Corrections
Rearrangements
Replacements
Preparing the table
Setting it up
Sturdy and stable
We will move ahead
Into the blowing winds
Current Landscape
Scapegoats and all
Rolled up into a ball
Understood by few
Under the beam of a wall
Passion and intention
Blazed with cheap attempts
Celebrity bones show up
In wild circumvents
Handshakes cheap and often
Do not reflect
An underlying hate
In the current landscape
Number thesis
Archnemesis
Of those who procrastinate
Or the spent life infatuated
With lies upon lies
Under our own eyes
Truth go untold
But the number thesis
Is sound
That no matter where we go in life
If we lie
It will hunt the liars down
History has proven
That evil can only go so far
Until the number thesis
Proves such unfateful journies
Fruitless
Shifty gifts
Suggestions in obscurity
Little pushes
In its subtlety
We hope for love and get
Love in return
But not all love is simple
Some coded gifts
Are suggestions
Polite and rude
Acute and obtuse
See that we give truth
In the holiday
Nothing is better than this
Not even a
Shifty gift
Lean in to hear
The words spoken softly
Worth waiting to hear
Every moment
Every cheer
Lean in time
Lean in past and future
Teach me
With the lean in
Down the road
In steel country
There is a pawn shop
Calling the shots when the going gets tough
Dictating each move when
You get turned down
And have to start anew
I fear that shop
I fear my own mistakes
I fear where it call all go
Yet I embrace the unknown
What keeps us going
What move us
If not positive
The negative motion
Mother of fear
We React
Instead of proact
The horror fuel pumps
The blood in our veins
But hope for light
Can do the same
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