“Wanderlust”
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Brawny Winter Night
A brawny evening
Bold with winter folds
Cold
Unnerved
Holidays season is upon us
Yet this year there lacks a certain
Gusto
Who knows
Maybe it’s me
Maybe it’s the weather
Whether or not it is me
Or the other
The season of change is upon us it seems
Ready to brake at the seems
What it all seems is
Off
Just another brawny winter night
Dreams are such Delicate Things
“Dreams are such Delicate Things”
The Paltry Destruction
The paltry destruction
Dirty and tan
Unknown in expression
But less heard of
I am uncertain
Pushing my own hands now on the curtain
I have never seen such an obtainable truth
If we could only see it through
We must take command of our own hands
Yearn for hope and truth
Unity through diversity
Diversity in me and you
Normally Abnormal
Poems on current affairs
Or the state of the current affair
I am not sure how to decipher
Explain
The difference
I mean
Who cares
Underwater drones seized
I guess this is what it will be
The new normal
Is not normally
Going along
In a world changing
Faster than my hands can type
This type of change is uncertain
WE LACK HOPE
We lack direction
We lack the ability
To detect a fraud
Before its inception
What’s the use
It is just the new
Something we have to get used to
The Cold Chair
Late night
Out of sight
Vanished in the thin winter air
The stare of one thousands breezes
Over a vacant chair
Isn’t it a cold night
A cold long night
Predict the Past
Words are moving fast
Faster than I can understand
Competing with the speed of light
Into my head with danger
No understanding needed
People blast out obscenities
With fog horn blasts
Worries about the future
Trying to predict the past
I am not moved quickly with emotion
But in this almost steady flowing river
Into the ocean running
Mud filled water
Sludge
Filling greater waters
To which I barely understand
So I await more news
Uncertainty
Certainly
It will come
What was new
Will quickly become the past
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
11:57
11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
Hello
Back on the road
Dead straight
But a little lesser known
Taken time to rest my hands
Made strides in growth
As a man
Understand that time away makes the heart grow
Reflect what you intake
And undergo
So I go
Mile for mile
I wanted to say hello
Since it has been a while