I could care less
In my heedless
Mind
Of what the world
Is coming to
In time
For now I just rejoice
In a moment
Alive
And hopeful
For tomorrow
Heedless Words
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Blithe
On a summers day
Blithe
With the orange
Sun
And the folding waves
On the wide open
Waters
Of Lake Michigan
Strawberries in a
Farmers Market
Make a fresh repose
To this life we live
Bitterly
Bitterly barking
In the fading hallway
All through the towns
And evenings
So this life is
Barely making it by
One had takes care
And the other
Could care less
In a world of confusion
And hope
Another Turn
In the moment of truth
Hopefully
The light comes through
In life lived
On the edges
Instead of the middle
Of the day
So I hold hope
For another turn
Around in the light
Of what is hopeful and
True
A Texas Town
A Texas town
Known for many
But very few have returned
To the place
That towers
Over the cars
That roll through
Until the spirit of the State
Is one mantra
Said to the sky
In the middle of the night
This Texas town is quiet
And doing alright
In the Cloud
What is now a
Useless term
Of energy
Stored
Elsewhere
I look to the clouds
Light and full of water
In the sky above
And wonder
How many years
These clouds have hung up
There
Near the sun
Idyllic Days
Describe your most ideal day from begining to end.
To be one of
Many
Those days
Out of the grey
A burst of sunshine hope
All over the coast
Fresh water breathing
From my own lungs
Into a vast expanse
Of possibilities
Limited only by the time
At hand
And light of the sun
So I run to the hopes
Of what brings joy
And light
To the hearts of those
In need of feeling hope
Before the night
Omnifarious
We are all
Everything
All the time
Everywhere
We the human race
Are a creation of
Great complication
And confusion
Genius and
Master illusions
So be aware of this
That humanity comes in
All shapes and sizes
And can be a true
Beauty to behold
A Single Digit Day
A single digit day in store
The ice clad water
Laps against the shore
Of Lake Michigan
On the southern front
Where industry meets
Earth
The cold blows over my skin
Again
And reminds me of my youth
When it wasn’t to hard
To live through the bitter
Cold
The Melodic Pen
The melodic pen
Pushed through the pages
Of a life lived
Through a pin point
Directions
Of hope
And left over pizza
This pen pushed itself
When days teeter
Into the end
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