The hope
Of repetition
Is growth
Slow and steady
But hopeful
As it goes
So again and again
I hope
To grow
One small
Amount each
Day
Again and Again
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Diddle
It was never
Right
From the onset
Of the deal
A diddle
Little thing
When the eyes are wandering
The swindlers
Are at play
Focused on the goals
Of the day
Expectations
What are my hopes
One dream
Comes and goes
Along the same
Shores
Who knows
So the hope rises
And fall
All along
The life
Long
The Humorous Wind
A wild wind
Blows
On the eastern
Shores
Of Chicago
Down the lakeshore
And through the streets
Of a city
In a constant state
Of repeat
And repeat
So the sun lights
A small grain of sand
One by one
All again
Comfort In Days
Comfort
Comes
In time
With every hour
That passes
Through the lens
Of my eyes
The night
Falls
And the day
Rises again
In time the comfort
Will set in
Unpublished
Words that lie
Unpublished
On the bylines
Of the internet
Of the website
Intent
Rather off
Pace
With the unpublished
Works
Of what it
Can take
For the Sake of Harmony
For the sake of harmony
What is at stake
To be given freely
For the greatest
Take
Of happiness
For the collective
I would forsake
Opinions
Fake and foiled
To listen instead
To be patient
Rather than turning red
In the face
So for the sake of harmony
What will give
And what can we take
Blur
Today was a blur
A blur for good days
Blurry days
All take the same amount
Of time
To live through
So be blurred
Days of mine
Any time
Piquant Nights
The evening
Was blue
From the start
Easy as it came
In from the western shores
So I stood
Taking in the waves
On the shore
Seeing the city line
Over the water lines
These piquant nights
Are the most
Enticing
I have ever seen
Grey
A grey
Smog
Layer
Overtakes
Chicago
On a summer’s day
Where the smoke
Puddles over the trees
And houses
Smothering the
Room
The space
With grey
Grey
Grey
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