Welcomed by the mountain range
The wide sky
Opening my eyes
Late into the eve
Morning skies
Welcome to the nature stage
Well done
And never the same
Welcome Me in Montana
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Back to Words
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
The Spring Rose
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
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
The Dollar Man
There he is
Green eyes lit up
Hovering in my studio
Watching my every move
Judging
Controlling
Asking
With no answers
A wry smile
Because he knows
What he costs me
Sleepless nights
Staying up late
Baggy eyes
While his eyes fixed
Unshaken
By reality
Or importance
The dollar man tears me apart
With his weight and indifference
How can it be
The shade of green so pale
That he controls so much
The dollar man
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
Funny Four Letters
Facts
Fact
The fact
Agreed upon
Facts
Non disputed facts
Exist between the boundaries
Of lies and illusions
It’s an inconvenient 4 letters
That we must rely on
In difficult times
The true impact
Of Facts
Face facts
Fact
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
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
Getting Rich: Doors
The money is flowing
Without anyone knowing
That behind closed doors
A select few
Are getting very very
Rich
While others are getting sick
Paying bills
Hustling to stay alive
Behind a few doors
With a no entrance sign
It makes me sick to think
How rich some get
