The stories we hear
From a distance
Circumstance and ritual
The stories of the plain
And spiritual
I guess I just let go
Let it be known
We grow
When we let go
Let it Roll
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Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul
Up in Arms
The shakes and tumbles
Trembles
How can one
Represent the opinions
Of so many
How can it be
Unfair truest
Truly
Forgive the masses
They know
No better
Poems Unknown
Poems unknown in nature
Or origin
Original
And stale
Fresh and late
Stay with poems
From the eve till the light
Of Day
Poems grow in silent thought
Grow more
With every ounce of energy
Feeling certain synergy
Poems
Grow
While I grow
Old
Hope Fade
Old shoes
Old rags
The remnants of what was
What could have been
How did this all happen
Was it us
Was it me
Letting go
Let it be
Changes are coming
Changes are going
I better start acting
And stop hoping
The Next Frontier
What comes next
I’m ready
For what is around the corner
Bring the post-internet revolution
Empty pockets
With great indifference
Hold on
Changing seas are raging ahead
Where the frontier of the future
Will bring
Hold hope
Smile
Sing
What makes money now
Will not later
What made money yesterday
Will not today
What will the future bring
Uncertainty and anger
But certainly, opportunity
The Lies Behind Us
The lies behind
Lay an uncertain future
Holding hope
For a clear future
What remains
Is the knife
And suture
To sow up the lies
That leak from my own mind
In due time
We will all know the truth
Of the uncertainties that lie ahead
Of what was true
From what was said
Starting Point
Where can you start
When the target
Moves
Shakes
The goal of starting is to go
The idea of success is to wait
How difficult is it
That we create
Blocks to begin
Blocks to end
Up and down
Starting point
But start again
Life puts on the breaks
Everywhere I go
Unfair In Comparison
The unfair game of comparison
Looking with a wry grin
The eyes of society
On one
Compared to another
I do not disagree
In football
Or some game of indignity
Comparison and contrast
There is no better or worse
Unless the views
Challenge your own chorus
Verse
So the wings of reality
Cry fowl play
When the image does not line
Up with
Reality
Why compare
Why win or lose
These games we play
We should just cut loose
Circus Reigns
The circus reigns
Pulling up on
Certain
Vital strains
Uprooting
Higher veins
Of connected issue
Interwove tissues
Who called
Who
What and why
The details blurry at best
Wrong at worst
The circus returns
To the golden coast
When we needed it
Very little
At most
Afraid Of
I am afraid to look
Afraid to see
Afraid to be me
Inconsequently
I am afraid to breathe
The space in which we all exist
Is pressing on me
But I know good will come
Love over hate
Over the land we
Live and graze
There is a hope that persists
Even when we are afraid
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