A southern twist
To the week
When we are in the open
Holding hands with the future
Of our own trials
And tribulations
So a southern move
Is in store
For the world
And for my now
Sights
Southern
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Little Time
What time we have
Has to be the most we can do
From the thin line of youth
To the ages of time
And wisdom
The wasted few
Regret what was left
Behind
So know to live
With hope on
Your side
Back
back against the wall
to tall
to see the ground
where my feet slide
further from the line
so I myself slip
in hope and in time
so hold me up legs
when the world
is not on my side
Title
The title was nothing more
Than a word
Meaningless in form and
Shape
So today I set out to
To learn a new title
For myself
One that I yet don’t seem to
Understand
In that darkness
I am fine
To learn
What my title will
Be
What Changed
In fact
Nothing
Changed
The same coffee and tea
The same rituals of the day
But somehow
The world
Creates a world within it
That changes
Everything
That much
I know
Shark Bloom
The looming shark
Dwarfed my own
Light
As I stood
In the dark
Of unknown
What is bigger than me
As I stay in my lane
But I know
That the truth
Would be much
Easier
Than the shark bloom
Bitter
Was it a bitter pill
To see the truth
In a very vibrant way
Of light and confusion
Take the bitter pill
Of truth
So hold these truths
To the same light
Of the fake
News
The Rains
Rains on the
Earth
Fall all over the
Horizon
Day after day
We watched the rain
Fall
While the earth
Had her fill
And could take
No more
Who Am I
Who am I
If none other
Then the amalgamation
Of experiences
So how can I
Contradict
My views
Through the life
I live
I see different
Than what I want to see
And for that I have to agree
With reality
Blessed
Blessed are those who
Run into the fears
Of others
To save the hope
That I saw that day
Unknown waters
In the open road
Cast a shadow of doubt
I am told
But to save a life
In the deepest moment of
Need
That was the blessed human
I could see
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