The billow
Lifted my eyes
To the skies
Of teal and crimson
Over the mountains
It was misting
All I could help myself
Was washing
That this could be
Forever
Here and now
Billow
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The Evening Stroll
The shadows
Cast languid
On the dark pavement
Warm orange lights
Gleam hazy
On the speckled sky
Time for the evening walk
Tonight
To Whom it May Concern
At the time of this writitn
There are clouds
Up in the mountaisn
Rain in the air
To whole this may concern
To whom they may care
So I approach
A late spring morning
With a renewed sense of direction
Upon the mountians
My eyes lay
In connection
A Sour Existence
A sour existence
In my inheritance
From the ones who go
Before
So we know
That the world we know
Can be a place
Of hope
Only if we choose
So
Words to Believe
Words to believe
Start with a truth
About reality
So that we can see
What potentially
Can be
A future
Probability
Today’s Malaise
Today’s whimper
Had me at the gate
From the launch
I have stayed
Out of the way
Of the moving pieces
That set me a stray
Not Yet
It’s not quite
The right time
To be full on
In our brash return
To life
So we wait
Cooped up in our domestic jungles
A sleepy bungalow
And wait for the next day
The next fact
The next phase
So go ahead and
Take today
The Big Faint
The big faint
Starts with a deep breathe
And all that you let go
Becomes blurry lines
Blurrier than the ones you know
Spiritually Roasted
Spiritually roasted
While my bread
Hasn’t even been toasted
So I think of the times
When I had a clearer
Mind
And hope that someday
Soon I can return
To the spiritual room
Damp But Alive
It’s been a cold start
To the year
Not to many things
That I can list
Of which I am overwhelmed
With happiness
I am damp
But I am alive
Doing the best that I can
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