Nothing is required
In a life
Fully lived
No education demanded
More depends on
What you give
Rather than take
So remember
That none is required
To live
A good life
None Required
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Tag Archives: New York City
Comfort In Days
Comfort
Comes
In time
With every hour
That passes
Through the lens
Of my eyes
The night
Falls
And the day
Rises again
In time the comfort
Will set in
For the Sake of Harmony
For the sake of harmony
What is at stake
To be given freely
For the greatest
Take
Of happiness
For the collective
I would forsake
Opinions
Fake and foiled
To listen instead
To be patient
Rather than turning red
In the face
So for the sake of harmony
What will give
And what can we take
Blur
Today was a blur
A blur for good days
Blurry days
All take the same amount
Of time
To live through
So be blurred
Days of mine
Any time
Little Lies
Little lies
Grow on a field
Of green grass
Deep in the roots
Pulling out the nutrients
From the grass will
Make
Ashes
So the little lies are the
Culprit
Of the times
Who is to Blame
Who is to blame
A shame
Of a time
Had
When all that is wrong
Is now right
All good is bad
Everything is backwards
And that’s that way we are had
So who takes the fall
From the media
To politicians
Who live in desperation
Of oxygen
Based on fear and lies
Who is to blame
For these hard times?
Heedless Words
I could care less
In my heedless
Mind
Of what the world
Is coming to
In time
For now I just rejoice
In a moment
Alive
And hopeful
For tomorrow
Blithe
On a summers day
Blithe
With the orange
Sun
And the folding waves
On the wide open
Waters
Of Lake Michigan
Strawberries in a
Farmers Market
Make a fresh repose
To this life we live
A Drunk Existence
Is there a higher calling
Than always falling
To the bottle
That binds
Us closer to our grave
In moments of weakness
I hope
And send hope
To others
Who turn to this everyday
So the drunk existence goes
As we all know
Quietly
Away
Bitterly
Bitterly barking
In the fading hallway
All through the towns
And evenings
So this life is
Barely making it by
One had takes care
And the other
Could care less
In a world of confusion
And hope
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