From the moment
I opened my eyes
I could see a world
Spiraling with
Lies
To deny
The truth
So we must awake the room
With acts of truth and good
For all of us to
Do
Awake the Room
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Rhetorical Waves
It started with a few words
Like a leaking faucet
On a dry day
As the hopes of many
Became united
In one discrete shade of
Grey
So they say
That the rhetorical waves
Had begun
From the drops into the ocean
It all was one
In that moment
I knew the sea change
Had already won
Wide-Eyed Ocean
The wide eyed ocean
Breeze
Filled with salty
Vibes and evenings
Long and cool
Into the night
I close my eyes
And feel those
Wide-Eyed Ocean
Life
My Straw North
The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side
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
Words to Believe
Words to believe
Start with a truth
About reality
So that we can see
What potentially
Can be
A future
Probability
Noiseless Questions
Noiseless questions start with
A thought
Of interrogation
Uncertain hopes
And frustrations
So ask away
In the current state of affairs
What is yours
Could soon be theirs
Murky Rewards
Starts with an offer
Of unknown origins
Pushed at the corners
Murky rewards
In a rather confusing night
What is at stake
And what is left behind
Wonders
What wonders
Come today
That were not
Understood
Or hoped for
Bring a new year
And I will jump in
It
Right Now
The Price We Paid
The price we paid
For something new
Is more than a swipe
Now that will do
You pay in atmospheric
Pressure
Contested
With every measure
So hold hope
That more can be made
Than just the price we paid
