A thing of beauty
In the eye to behold
Is a delicate rose
That will live and die
In a few days time
So we must take out time
To take in the beauty
Of the
Evanescent rose
A thing of beauty
In the eye to behold
Is a delicate rose
That will live and die
In a few days time
So we must take out time
To take in the beauty
Of the
Evanescent rose
I wasn’t quite ready
To say what I said
To ask for another portion
Of the blinking red
Light
I could have known
That my words would be
Arranged
In a strange manner
So I just packed it in
For the night
And left for bed
A fog state
Is not clear
Or heard of
In times of trouble
It falls back
To the old ways
Of knowing
What to do
When the fog falls thick
And fills everyones eyes
With confusion
I know a fog state
And we are living through the densest
Of nights
My concern
Starts with a notion
Of awareness
That withers
Away into nothing
Of significance
And that is where my
Concerns lie
Up and down
All around
A year of intention
Setting
Rather than leaving ground
With one foot up
And one firmly planted
So that this year was more of a
Transplanted focus
Rather than straight through
I guess we’ll try again next year
Me and you
Some days are better than others
I guess that’s the rhythm
Of the natural colors
Of a week
Or an hour
A tree or
A flower
So my gaze sets higher
As my hopes for the day
Aspire
To be more
Another path
Can be
Created
When others close down
So I won’t give up
I won’t let down
Set up
For destiny
In times like these
Away from the ideally
And into the practically
Real and doable
Activities
We are prepared for
Today
And will be for
Tomorrow
Fluttering masks
In times of confusion
Hoping we can make it
Through
What is real
And an illusion
Fluttering masks
On people faces
But for me I am to wreckless
I guess
Worried too late
Than the rest
Critical crown
Lifted up
From the ground
Every single person
From the top down
Cried when we watched
How it came to
A heap on the ground
Unusual as it had been
To see the wickedness of many sins
Compiled into the critical crown
Lying on the dusty ground