It started with a
Bit of wind
Picking up from the south
When the burst came
The hope of the vessel
Was let out
So that summer
I planned
To never sail
Again
Capsized Hopes
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Tag Archives: Words
Atlas at Last
Atlas at last
To pay attention to the wind
And the grass
The world as we see it
Needs us to step up
To be what we can potentially be
A source for good you and me
So look at the atlas
And know
This world is ours to save
Or ours to throw
Real Burnout
Real burnout
Is a real thing
That we face
From the repetitive motions
We make
To connect
While we are
Far away
Gathering and Processing
Gather and process
That is the way to amend
What we don’t understand
What we can’t comprehend
It all begins
With an initiative
To grow
And let go
Of what is holding us back
Guidance
Guidance
Can be a hinderance
When the words come
From untrusted sources
So we have to analyze
The words that we
Intake
And not take
Them all
Immobile
I never thought it would come to this
This sort of pseudo life form
Of what was
And what will be
Immobile
As we await what comes
Around the corner
And fear the results
My heart is heavy for that moment
For that uncertain future
It will bring
Sham Candidate
It was a sham from the get go
A word
Had been heard
And quickly let go
So for a sham candidate
That’s all you can ask for
Lies with
All hope to bury them
Or buy them back
A Sour Existence
A sour existence
In my inheritance
From the ones who go
Before
So we know
That the world we know
Can be a place
Of hope
Only if we choose
So
Not Yet
It’s not quite
The right time
To be full on
In our brash return
To life
So we wait
Cooped up in our domestic jungles
A sleepy bungalow
And wait for the next day
The next fact
The next phase
So go ahead and
Take today
The Big Faint
The big faint
Starts with a deep breathe
And all that you let go
Becomes blurry lines
Blurrier than the ones you know
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