House the city
With every soul
In a home
To be connected
To the world
And be respected
By each other
So stack the worlds
Of the lives
The ones living
Can be housed in the city
In our lifetimes
House the city
With every soul
In a home
To be connected
To the world
And be respected
By each other
So stack the worlds
Of the lives
The ones living
Can be housed in the city
In our lifetimes
Bright hopes
Are what I have
Today
For the light
That is shed on my own
Fears
Makes them go away
With time and persistence
All can be made good
In a world of blood and misery
We have to act
The way we should
One another
Next to others
Is a way
Of knowing
Who you are with
At any given moment
The one’s who stick
By your side
With any season
Is the one
Who is to be loved
Most
And kept by your
Side
Blessed
Was the hopes
From the infant
State of mind
Came a time
Where I understood
Less than I tried
So hopeful my eyes
Go unto
The skylight
I was under my expectations
But overdue
For an adjustment
Of my strained
Blurry vision
From the circular world
That spins
So quietly
Around us
I had hopes to rise
Above the acidic
Rain
But for now I see what
Where I am at
And can’t
Complain
An abstracted
Detracted
Line of sight
In the evening
Of a sailers
White capped waves
Over and over
The ocean of life
Rolls
Over and over
Until I can’t see
Anymore
Foggy commands
Never demands
The exact nature of the words
Intended
Unintended
It deceives the eyes
Of a withered heart
And blistered soul
Upon the strained
Uncertain
Hopes
Of the foggy words
From the mouths
Of silly
Ones
Nothing too formal
Because I don’t want a lot
What the idea was to be
A little more nonchalant
Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
There was never
Fairness
In capitalists
The idea was trivial
Literal
Jargon
On a page
So the ones who
Proclaim the top
Take what they can
All their days
So the rest
Can debate
The endless ways
To divide what is left
But well below
We will stay