Clear skies
Open nights
Feeling autumn
Calling out
While summers still alive
Hold on hope
While the world turns
Against each other
We turn to each other
Turn to Each Other
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Tag Archives: The Bergamot
How Could You
The great descent
Indecent
Sad and true
Lonely
Ruled
How can this agony be true
What happened to the old
Red
White
And blue
History in motion
Terrible ideals
Now in light display
If we make it through
The next generation will say
How could you
How could you
Trust Us
Trust us
The people
The workers
Bakers
Musicians
Let trust run in the people
Not the controller
The ruler
In the everyday
Neighbor
Let’s trust one another
Stop the clutter
And trust
Each other
Crickets Anew
Crickets call out
In a late night orchestra
Rising from the fog
Leaving from the trees
Summers eve will fall
Into autumn
But not tonight
Late Night Quiet
The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
Yesterday’s Wars
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
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
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
In Due Time
Repetitive in nature
Willing to change
But afraid
Of what is
This mind of mine
Playing games all the time
Hoping to paint new ideas
In due time
In due time
Let the Truth Fly
Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
