General apathy
Struck
Me
On the way to the
Place
For my memories
And building face
I was unable to speak
Of the emotions that
Took my mind
Off the type of focus
And let the apathy
Set in
Alone and
Out of focus
General apathy
Struck
Me
On the way to the
Place
For my memories
And building face
I was unable to speak
Of the emotions that
Took my mind
Off the type of focus
And let the apathy
Set in
Alone and
Out of focus
When it rains
Tell me the season
When it rains
Tell me the reason
For the quiet
In between
That happen
Between you and me
But rain on me
The water from the sky
So that I may know I am alive
And nourish the ground
Where others lie
Who have gone before
In the night
The waiting stopped
A while back
For the moment
It seemed alright
When the summer
Set in
To go half in on
What seems so plain
So the water flows
And the wind blows
So I begin again
Everyday I go
Blue water
Hues
On the late summer time
When it’s green
Until the water edge
Making a city
Near Manistee
Glow
Green and
Blue
Tither away
The days
To the greater good
Or the lesser
But either way
The days you get
Are the ones
You give
Away
I am barely holding
On to the loved
Beloved
And must love
I can only see
Myself wither
In the reflections
In the waters below
So I must hold hope
Where I go
I will know
There is hope below
It’s not the quick
Type of thing
When the words
Spring
From the heart of
One who makes
The decision to go
When others hold
Hope
But a delay can create
An opportunity
To see the future
Or take a break
An artist
Can say
What has to be said
When others
Consider the matter
Dead
So heed the artists
Voice
In the quiet of
Stagnation
For the words of the
Artists
Can heal the
Nation
When accidents happen
From the ghosts
Of man power lost
In a dim light of
Reductions
What is left
Is the power that be
So today
I examine
What has come
To me
Today
Is the day
That runs
All day
Long
From the morning light
To the night song
A Wednesday
Brings a new light
Into my life