A pear ripe
On the table
Under the setting summer
Sun
Wind blowing in
From the west
A test
Of mother natures
Flavor
As the light christens
The final stage of this pear
In the journey
Of a fruit
Pear
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Funds
What funds
Have I
When the stated balance
Runs out
The funds of life
Don’t pay the bills
So prudence
Will find me
In a state of mind
To fresh moments
What will come
In time
Next
The next time
I try to find
The lies
And the knowing
Of time
Where the beach grass bends
Under the summer wind
I hope to take in these moments
Every whim
Dear Reason
Dear reason
Why is there no time
To find the truth
Amongst the lies
The tries I have had
In no order
Have come up short
And distorted
So please dear reason
Come back to me
With ever truth you
Know
Flowers
The flowers
From the sea
To the land
Of hope
I see flowers
And that is the hope
That it gives
Me
Follow
To follow
Is to surrender
The ideas
Of the mind
To a hope
Of another mind
And to take
The ultimate risk
Of no freedom
What risks
Are we taking
Do You Practice?
Do you practice
Participation
On a day
When you feel nauseated
From the stir
Of the world
Practice patience
In the face of adversity
Upon the word
Have hope in the ritual
Of life
That it brings us everyday
Light and the hope
Of another sun
May I
May I ask a
Question
To the best of my
Knowledge
What happened to
The planet
And the people
In the most
Regardless fashion
We have become
What we have feared
To this day
I fear where
We are headed
Wilt
The wilt
Of hope
When the time has run
it’s course
To know
That what can’t be done
In a day
Or a lifetime
Will have to take
Time
To see it through
In the future
Able
If I am able
What can I do
To make a better world
Through one action
One thought
It is a hit
Of hope
When I see the hands
The arms
The legs
That are ready for
Work
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