I wish
There was an only truth
Not many versions
Of interpretation
That leaves us with nothing more
Than a divided nation
Just some wanton hope
I guess
The Only Truth
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Tag Archives: The Bergamot
Have We Enough
Have we enough
Of the darkness
That lingers
A little too long
Can we politely
Move on
To a better version
Of ourselves
Upward Onward
Upward
Onward
A way to hope
We can make a better
Future
Than the one we know
This Pencil
This pencil
Is filled with hope
Words I have written
And those I don’t know
But every stroke is a chance
To give a hopeful glance
To the sheet below
Musing Late Night
Musing late night
Winded
But not done
Giving it a full effort
Until the morning sun
Too Blue for You
I’m too blue today
To get out of bed
Way to blue
For the headwinds
Of you
I’ll push myself up
Only to fall back down
I’m held up with toothpicks
In this town
So blue
That even the sky
Is dark
Too
Real In
Real in
The time
In a way that
Satisfies all senses
In this time
We have
Right now
In the world
A New Stone
A new stone
Is crafted
In hours
Alone
Waiting for a new day
A new opportunity
More Than
More than
Or less
Than
Even when
The path is uncertain
The question is asked
What will become of me
Noisy Aback
In the back of the room
Comes a noise
Uncertain origins
On a dark night
In the house alone
I crawl in close
I grab my phone
