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
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 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
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
I am kneeling
In a distant mind
Dirty old fowls
Blowing through
My brain
Until the ides
Of tomorrow
Coming rolling in
Like morning fog
So I hold these final thoughts
On a moment
Kneeling
My mind
Chicken fangs
The real thing
Or the disdain
Of reality and truth
What is the difference
What is uncouth
How is the past
Is the future here now
The chicken fangs are
Out
All around
I was under my expectations
But overdue
For an adjustment
Of my strained
Blurry vision
From the circular world
That spins
So quietly
Around us
I had hopes to rise
Above the acidic
Rain
But for now I see what
Where I am at
And can’t
Complain
An abstracted
Detracted
Line of sight
In the evening
Of a sailers
White capped waves
Over and over
The ocean of life
Rolls
Over and over
Until I can’t see
Anymore
Nothing too formal
Because I don’t want a lot
What the idea was to be
A little more nonchalant
Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
