Late night coffee
Coffee stands
Sweaty brow
Under summers hands
We wade into the night
Trying to understand
Each other
The land
Other people
Our hands
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Tag Archives: The Bergamot
Waiting Game
Waiting
Whats worth waiting
Idealism
Perfectionism
Procrastination
How can you win the waiting game
The hope for another day
Push away
What needs to be done now
Instead, opt to bow out
Fall away
While others lead the way
My friends who wait
Never seem to make it
Never seem to get ahead
They are just going to wait
Maybe until they are dead
Turn to Each Other
Clear skies
Open nights
Feeling autumn
Calling out
While summers still alive
Hold on hope
While the world turns
Against each other
We turn to each other
How Could You
The great descent
Indecent
Sad and true
Lonely
Ruled
How can this agony be true
What happened to the old
Red
White
And blue
History in motion
Terrible ideals
Now in light display
If we make it through
The next generation will say
How could you
How could you
Trust Us
Trust us
The people
The workers
Bakers
Musicians
Let trust run in the people
Not the controller
The ruler
In the everyday
Neighbor
Let’s trust one another
Stop the clutter
And trust
Each other
Crickets Anew
Crickets call out
In a late night orchestra
Rising from the fog
Leaving from the trees
Summers eve will fall
Into autumn
But not tonight
Late Night Quiet
The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
Yesterday’s Wars
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
Back to Words
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
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