Ocean groan
Standing still
At the eve of the day
Hoping to hear the new
Moments ahead
But with such a presence
Such a sound
The world is calling out
And it seems
No one is around
Ocean Groan
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Tag Archives: The Bergamot
Bent
Bent on irrational behavior
No delayed last-minute savior
Of people or animals
Mammals
Bent on the frenzy
Of the moment
Don’t know where
This is going
The Cuddly Cycle
Cuddle in on a wet Texas night
Making a move
Well after the thick twilight
In an evening muse of salutation
Yoga rejected sense of frustration
In a bed
On the road
Somewhere between being lost
And growing old
A Square Delay
Hold up the square delay
From a known state of mind
Until it all fades away
No round edges in the way
Of the kind of
Square delay
Lite Time
Unlike the heavy
Comes the light
Upon the easy
Days
Of life
Pail Zest
My pail zest
On a spring day
From the wintery holds
Of the bitter grey
I emerge
Ready for spring
What the summer rays
Will bring
The Only Way Up
The only way up
Is never to complain
To ask to start again
To wither in the hope of progress
But to advance
Head above the dust
Feet planted on the ground
Working for the moment
Pushing all around
From the dash of the withered
One pushes slowly on
On and on
Up and up
Move any way
Rather than giving up
Take My Honor
Take my honor
For a few digits
Held up my own request
In trade for widgets
Not one public won
When all honor has been
Undone
Express Religion
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving Graces
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen
