Walking into the room
Of debonair air
Confidence
Wrapped in golden dreams
Broken loose
At the seems
Is it what it seems
As slick as a midnight limo
Fluid as a stream
Walking into the room
Of debonair air
Confidence
Wrapped in golden dreams
Broken loose
At the seems
Is it what it seems
As slick as a midnight limo
Fluid as a stream
Waiting for the west
Getting back to the Summerfest
My own hopes lie
In a golden stream or lake
My own hope of sucess
Tucked
Out somewhere
In the west
Take the pay
Leave the people
Who is taking the stubs
When the president wins
Paid in advance
With taxes due
Who would have knew
What one man can do
With unfettered desires
To light a blazing fire
While a waining night fades
The ultimate game has been
Played
The paltry destruction
Dirty and tan
Unknown in expression
But less heard of
I am uncertain
Pushing my own hands now on the curtain
I have never seen such an obtainable truth
If we could only see it through
We must take command of our own hands
Yearn for hope and truth
Unity through diversity
Diversity in me and you
We are carried in the carriage
Ragged and old
We must find new wheels
New axels
Our carriage can’t carry
Us much longer
Not like this
We are going to break the carriage
Disparage
Can we please fix the carriage
In the news
Nothing new it seems
Nothing we can’t undo
Redo
How the cycle continues
How uncertain can we pull back the curtain
Of deception
Unknown
Around and around
We go
Yearn for understanding
Learn from mistakes
Don’t be afraid of failure
This land comes with the breaks
Take a chance on hope
Uplifting interaction
My destination unknown
Strategy unclear
I will rely on what I know
Keep a good eye on what will become clear
From the veins running in my heart
Down to my hand
As a small child I was filled with hope
And still am today
Everday
I must move on into positive space
Remembering the words of a Poet great
The more you give
The more you create
It is not a well to be pulled dry
But reincarnated everyday
A wren of the future bird
Eyes filled with glossy cover
Singing the notes of a future uncertain
Pulling back what remains in the dark
From a pulled curtain
The lazy have come into hold us
The land upon us
Troubled for profit withholding
The truth was never unfolding
A small drip from our brows
Idealistic until now
Strap the hood on and walk out into the cold
If we never try I guess we will never know
Never coming together
Never falling apart
We all now have to do our part
So life has been pretty crazy for me over the past couple of weeks. Took some time off to get married and throw one of the most amazing receptions I have ever been a part of. The day was just simply amazing and it taught me a lot about myself, life, and my purpose. I am very thankful to be back trying to resume my poetry blog and discovery. I hope that I am able to give some new insights into where I am at currently in my life and continue to grow in my exploration of words, meanings, rhymes, and rhythms. Cheers -Nate
Trash dumps filled with leftover garbage
Garbage bags filled with pieces and puddles
These puddles draw out into spaces
Spaces filled with black remains
Stains upon white napkins
Akin to other refuse piled in lumps
The waste collects from experience and form
From all the toxic air and electricity
Running from head to toe
Upon this I know that I have a polluted mind
Taken away from the productive line
Filled with worries of which I have no control
Over the flow of my life and the rhythm in which I live
Overflowing with fears of a new life lived
Why is the mess a strong figure in my eye
It takes away from the blue in the sky
Filling it with murky uncertainty
Certainly I can change this inhabited space
With the greener liking
A space where life can grow
Leaves fold into the soil and build life anew
I must push forward and never look back
Pack all that I have and journey to greater lands
This is my challenge to set free
The chaining’s of the must terrible kind
And let the trees and flowers bloom
Replacing my contaminated mind