Unintended
Yet reliably
Irritable
The conjuction
Of weird
And desireable
Is a fantasty
That we tell ourselves
To calm the fears
Of what is to come
Yet somehow
The unintended is what
Actually plays
Out
Unintended Incosequence
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Upon Arrival
You will hear
Upon arrival
The words once heard
To be the only way
Of survival
Cordial and quaint
Ideally a world
We can see as we paint
The words that we now know
As we grow
The more we achieve
Set out to see
The world around us
And all it is to be
Common Thoughts
The write up
Not waking up
Much of the woken
Cut of mine
In a world
So full of feedback
At a distant time
No write up
Makes more
Than the last
Common thoughts
Common past
Nonsense
A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required
Upstart
Will the upstart
Start me up
With time of turning
Or turning time
What can get the motivation
Behind
My sales
In a state of free fall
All
That is needed
Is an upstart
Solutions Needed
Solutions needed
When nothing can be agreed
What is the purpose
Of being set up
Or being free
Backstep
One foot forward
And a full backstep
Into the cold wet
Unknown
Bursting with forgotten hopes
And low down goals
A backstep
Can be a hope
Or a reason
To let go
A Beautiful Start
A beautiful start
To a unique day
All the feels
A whole new way
Rise and shine
To make the most
Mornings meal of jam and toast
So here is to the new start
I feel it in my bones
Lavender Skies
It might not be alright
It might be tough
The evening sunset
Was full of rust
That fell in my eyes
As I gazed upon it
The glaze had fallen of the sky
Into a hazy crimson
Shadow of the sun
How that night began
I would not have wanted to begun
But the lavender night rolled
In the evening gently
As the cold air
Crisp as it lays low in the fields
The lavender night
Is bringing me a feeling
That I can heal
In Time
In time we grow
In time we can understand
In time we hope
We can return
To what we had planned
But in time it will be
Not today
Or tomorrow
But sometime soon
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