A life of simplicity
Serene
Impressions
From a day lagging
In it’s full connection
I slow my mind
As the wind dies out over the water
To take in the moment
As birds clatter
And water laps
The serene life
Is what I must return to
Serene
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Pie
The season is upon us
Where the blankets come out
The echos are a little more
Crisp
With a reprieve from
The summer heat
The light becomes a bit
More orange
Than the summer blue
And the winter will roll in
Right over
Me and you
Butter Rabbits
Dancing lightly over the
Fall
Of flowers and trees
Is the butter rabbits
In drinks and
Other things
Such as loafs of bread
Being carried home in a hurry
The dense sensation
Of sweetened desserts
On the minds of those
Who carry them to
Habitual Stereotype
Is it helpful
The book that you clutch
With every name and type
Already generated bust
So that you know
Exactly what to think
In a habitual stereotype
That locks you into a world
That I both don’t know
And can’t understand
Zephyr
I walked the shores
Where my feet fell
Just under the crunch of the
Sand
Stones and mixed
Soil
The water lapped the edge
Of the lake
As I felt the zephyr on my face
I remembered a better time
A time not too long ago
But long enough
To feel it could be letting go
So I breathed in that zephyr
And live to see another
Day
Bliss
Can we rejoice
For another day
Or is that reserved for those
Who have to have it their way
Upon the light of the sun
Over the land that is desperate for
The life force
We retreat in bliss
For yet the world
Can go on
Another day
Retirement
The moment has come
For the retirement
Of the goods and services
That never were provided
To live a hollow life
Guided by lights
Camera
Action
So rather than fight it
Decide it
Might be better to move
On
Then lay in the wake
Of the changing
Waters
Workshop
As trendy as the
day that
we arrive
To workshop
for the new
Future
Clothes
The defining feature
Of choice
Clothes
Draped over the shoulder
As we walk
We have chosen the clothes
We wear as a
Statement
Some true
Some confusing
But either way
A way of expressing me
To you
Titles
What title shall
I call you
When the sky is grey
And the world is falling apart
How should we approach
The issue of names
When all is broken and
Undone
Is there a reason
For such focus
On the pinpoint of impositions
When the world is sickened
With many terrible
Days
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