Whose spirit is that
Of nothing to bright
Nor to low
For the melancholy foe
Stands on his hind feet
Waiting for the moment
Of in between light and dark
The feeling emits the
Fear yet the hope
We all know and love
Melancholy
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Wallet
The thick leather bound
Wallet
That was stolen
By the criminals in Paris
Withered desperate souls
Sits next to my hand
Upon arrival back
Somehow
I have pity for those silly fools
Who steal for a living
They have no meaning on this planet
They just take
And justify their deeds with needs
Of silliness
Rather have no heart
For these silly fools
The wallet tells the story
Everyday I see it
Blue
The sky
Above us
And the ground below
Beyond the clouds
Where the airplanes
Go
The blue
Is perpetual
As the sun comes in
Day after day
Taking every moment
To say
I see the blue
Beyond the vail
Of the clouds that scatter
The light
From the ground
Plush
The plush North Carolina summer
Field the breeze
Over my sweaty face
The rise of the humid air
As the day begins to ease
Into the evening hours
In the waining sun
Over the beautiful
North Carolina
Run
Landscape
The landscape of the city
Changing over time
What has come up
And gone down
When the working line
Falls
How there are very few
That rise over the years
It seems I can
Recall more who have lost
Then won
And why
Why is this the way
The landscape of the USA
The Morning Rise
The crimson orange sun
Beams shyly
From behind the winter clouds
As the sun begins its daily
Journey
Around
As we spin here on earth
Taking it all in
The burning ball of fire
Warms us just a little
In the depths of winter
Cold
Blistering Cold
The night wasn’t as
Distant
As a far off warning
The cold was rather
Set in it’s way
Approached
By the lowest digits
To accept the easy pay
So the health of the lungs
Can be only held so long
For the blistering cold
Is coming along
Icicle Season
The blue of the winter time
Has rest its head on the
Weary earth
Blooming the snow and wind
That covers the ground
From head to toe
From the season of fall
Bursts the icicle season
Falling in the snow piles
On the ground below
Waiting for the sun to glow
Over the shimmer of fresh
Fallen
Snow
Quintessential
The quintessential
Excuse
To avoid the words
That could resound
In the nature of the ear
Make sense of the confusion
The highest of honors
Takes the back seat
These days
For other types of
Pursuits
Both silly and unusual
So I hold hope
For a solid
Return
Sagacious
Over time
Refined
From the sand in the
Glass
Falling through
To the other side
Try to define
The sagacious
Mind
Over the years
As wisdom imparts
It’s vital words
Upon the mind
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