Goodbye old tree
So many things
In time a fall was imminent
Practically unavoidable
As with progress
We have to turn back
To face forwards
Goodbye Old Tree
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The Breaks
Coming down the line
Faster than a train
Slow motion
Down from the emperor’s hand
Makes the everyday man
Work through the night
One can claim victory
While the others work through
The holiday
How
When life is forced
Rather than reflected
It becomes more difficult
Than anyone expected
Take the Night
Away for another eve
The standards reset
Moving in an old way
I wish the best
To the best that be
Our friends
And those not so close
To you and me
Off into the night
Take away
Take flight
Water and Bridge
Water and bridge
Opportunity overpass
Go through
Make a new way
Where there was none
Look forward not back
As the water lashes
The beams
Of new opportunities
Water and bridges
Meeting where
The new you
Begins
Waiting Lackluster
How odd and confusing
A resolution
Of dissatisfaction
Delusions
My own hopes
Hopelessly irrational
Lackluster performance
Averting disaster
The hands that guide
The world these days
Seem to have itchy palms
Strange ideas
For moving forward
Or learning back
In times we all now wait
To see what will be our own fate
Peace and Trouble
A year was lived
Not too great
Yet pretty bad
Not the worst
But oddly strange
No signs of the world ebbing to
A soft landing
Rather someone trying to gain
The upper hand
We all suffer
All of us
All of us
What is True
What is true
What is false
Some will say the end is near
Some say the future starts now
All we can agree on
Is to disagree
Cheers
War’s Mentioned
Wars mentioned in the news
Held up in a moments
Giving me the blues
All the screw balls and confusion
Who has the control
Who is trying to diffuse
Hold on tight I guess
The world it seems
Once was tidy
Now a mess
An Old Friend
An old friend
Was always familiar
So much so
That I could swear
That we had met before
In some other life
But in a similar realm
How quickly
Life can change
From sustained to lost
Living
To holding on
I love my old friend
As he transitions
Making his way from one life to
Another
And we will me again
My friend and I
Hope and Home
Hope held deep in the hearts
And homes
We the people
Own our own future
We own not land or car
Renting our time to make
Marks on this world
But in the end we are free to go
So what we leave
Will grow
In hope of life
In the home of each other
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