Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
The Sour Hour
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Hope Hoping
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
Destiny or Fate: Nature Vs. Nurture
Is it destiny or fate
Nature or nuture
How can one being
Be solely dispositioned
For great cynicism
Can it be that
The destiny
Was set in stone
From the onset
Before the quietest of sunsets
I hold hope for the lost souls
My own brothers
My own blood
Hold on to hope
Of new discovery
Eternally
I will hold hope
Obtuse and Strange
No reset
No regrouping
Standards set
Obtuse and strange
Hold my hands
While our words change
No truth to tell
No truth to seek
Keep it up
Maybe the polls will peak
Absurd but Free
Walk the line
Toe the shore
Play with high hopes
Play once more
In words
In poems
In a odd fashion
I grow them
Absurd but free
That is what I hope
To be
A Beaming Grin
Spread so thin
My weak pale skin
Feels the burning sun
Ripping my bones
To the floor
Burden on my chest
Should we cancel it all
Put it to rest
Here we go
With little known
Make profit so we can show
All the skeptics the value of good
Or just let go
Let the piranhas win
Eat my flesh
Tear off my skin
Keep the capitalists happy
With a beaming grin
Let it Roll
The stories we hear
From a distance
Circumstance and ritual
The stories of the plain
And spiritual
I guess I just let go
Let it be known
We grow
When we let go
Up in Arms
The shakes and tumbles
Trembles
How can one
Represent the opinions
Of so many
How can it be
Unfair truest
Truly
Forgive the masses
They know
No better
Poems Unknown
Poems unknown in nature
Or origin
Original
And stale
Fresh and late
Stay with poems
From the eve till the light
Of Day
Poems grow in silent thought
Grow more
With every ounce of energy
Feeling certain synergy
Poems
Grow
While I grow
Old
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