I am kneeling
In a distant mind
Dirty old fowls
Blowing through
My brain
Until the ides
Of tomorrow
Coming rolling in
Like morning fog
So I hold these final thoughts
On a moment
Kneeling
My mind
Kneeling
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Chicken Fangs
Chicken fangs
The real thing
Or the disdain
Of reality and truth
What is the difference
What is uncouth
How is the past
Is the future here now
The chicken fangs are
Out
All around
Set Sail
In a New Year
In a new time
To make anew
A world
Around us
All around
We will try
Everyday to set sail
To a better world
Out there
Banquet
A banquet
To start the year
Is what I hear
Is needed
To remedy
A lost soul
Or lost hope
Like mine
A Wild World
Is it
A wild place
This home of ours
Looking back
Into a greasy mirror
Of time
I’m sure
That the drag of life
Can be lifted
With hope
And more time
Bring the Light
Bring the light
To the days
That wither
Away
Rather than shining
Bright
In a dark
Cloud of life
Choices
We make
However the light
Shines
When the darkness is
Thick with smoke
We must hold up
We must have hope
Tethered
Tethered to the choices
We discover
And make
Along the way
Of life
And living
In the middle
Of a life lived
Worth
Taking chances
A Little While
A little while
For a year
Goes a long way
In a day of
Uncertainty
And wired
Unhappiness
I wish to break free
For a
Little While
Heard the Herd
Bring the wild ones
Together
In one motion
To create a unique
Bond
Between the
Lights and those going
Out
Over the days
And nights
The herds
Will come back
To the light
Almost Even
It was a bad start
But a good end
To the year
That bent
My eyes
From despair
To hope
But who knows
I’m almost even
As it goes
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