Side bird
Sits outside the window
And waits for the next
Singing bird to
Awake
As the morning rolls in
New
Side bird
Sits outside the window
And waits for the next
Singing bird to
Awake
As the morning rolls in
New
One is alone
Two are together
Three are friends
Four are couples
Five are meeting
Six are partying
Seven are remembering
Eight are waiting
Nine are laughing
Ten are busy looking
For the 11th
A fog state
Is not clear
Or heard of
In times of trouble
It falls back
To the old ways
Of knowing
What to do
When the fog falls thick
And fills everyones eyes
With confusion
I know a fog state
And we are living through the densest
Of nights
Starts with an offer
Of unknown origins
Pushed at the corners
Murky rewards
In a rather confusing night
What is at stake
And what is left behind
On the far side
Of life
I have said many goodbyes
A few hellos
Quite a few yes’s
And the occasional no
I have grown
To come and know
What is good in life
What is to be cherished
What wastes time
And what is meritless
So everyday I rise
And smile
For what time we have here
Is just a short
While
Hope to hopeful
Will fill my days
With a state of mind
That I can rest easy
In time
My place work
And writing
Is far from perfect
But when hope is written
It matter not
The time or
Place
Living in a state of flux
I have learned habits
To keep me healthy and hopeful
That tomorrow’s
Future will be better than
Yesterdays past
Other plans
Stand to challenge
The path of this days
Directions
With a loud
Interjection
The bored groan
Emerges
From my soul
As the time lags on
Into what seemed close
Now just distant hopes
Of improving my life and circumstance
Maybe today
The hope is to breathe
And dance