Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
The Sour Hour
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Hope Hoping
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
Cascading to Our Graves
For every step of progress
I feel I regress
For every advance
I retreat
There is no perfect balance
That I can keep
No way to create perfection
Keep the lies from a second
Resurrection
Days where weights feel constrained
On my neck
My throat
I go to yell and all I have is a moan
I go to scream
Nothing more than a thin veiled beam
I don’t believe in conspiracy theory
But here we are
Saluting the one percenters
While we are sent cascading into our own graves
Way down
Where the banks collect our clothes
Where the dollar man knows our home
There is no protection
When the problems of insufficient funds
Makes it’s final connection
How did we get to a place of such
Deadly extremes
Some blow up Bentley’s
While other can’t keep up
It seems
Today I fear my future
For more progress means more indebtedness
How can I pull through
When it all seems too much
I get a rush of blood
To my head
I must start again
Create my own hope and go forward
Look to the sky
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Hope will come
Success will come
It has to come
Or we are all to be undone
Planet B
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
Unearthed Changes
Unearthed changes
Promises too big to keep
Words so sharp
Too steep
Hate in words
Hate in actions
Mouths filled
With lies
Waiting for action
On Monday
On Tuesday
Any day
Just waiting
Why Do This
What sense is it all to keep going
When the darkest seems to lie ahead
No way to get ahead
When my best just comes up short
When words fall in the wrong order
Or when I have no order at all
Why keep pushing on
Why keep writing
It helps deal with the overbearing burden
Of my own expectation
My own internal complications
Not for you
Not for pleasure
At most times just for my own good measure
So when I lay down
I can out gain my own expectations
That is the one hope I have
And giving up has no place in my heart
Life is short
Create ART
Moments of Poetry
Moments of Poetry
In the everyday
In the every moment
In NYC
From unique to pretty
Amazing to shitty
The brisk nature of the movement
Keeping our sights focused
Finding buses
Holding keyboards
Holding hope
Holding dreams
In New York City
Coffee at 5 AM
Coffee at 5 AM
Road by 6
Driving through the fields
And sticks
Of to New York City
Another round of trial and error
Making ourselves more aware
Had great coffee
Single origin
Kept the cabin warm
On a cool March morning
Good News Day
Good news
Is tucked away in the mountains of Colorado
Sunshine in the oceans off the California coast
Snow drifts in Alaska
Just being alive feels like a small bit of good news
Not these days
When the lights seem more off put and gray
Good news still exist
We have to search the stars and moon
Good news exists
And we will hear some soon
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