I’ve walked this road a thousand times
and probably a thousand to come
Changes are subtle but still they befuddle
My eyes catch the shifting of some

The mist has arrived in dusks fading light
The shadows that fall now seem twisted
I take cautious steps not knowing why
Now find myself taunt and tight fisted

The concrete seems soft, leaving my mark
Behind me the trail disappears
My eyes are deceiving but ears are receiving
the low groans they suddenly hear

It is so sad to feel this way
The glue has come undone
I see no way to remedy
The twisted side has won

A world that races wildly on
With plundering and shame
The only way to sidestep this
Is play that deadly game

An entity of greed and force
Lives totally aware
Inside my intellect it breeds
Those wicked words of flair

That is the way I capture them
And toy to my delight
That words of beastly attitude
Will mirror their hate tonight

The coffee was acidly strong right about then.
Just hung stingy and pricking on the buds.
I knew I tasted this bitterness before and there I stood.
Holding in the sour guts of it all night; delaying the foreseeable.
All night, changing the words, shielding the wound.

The world does not end
when one goes away
7.5 Billions were not here yesterday
many are born every day
today we are
tomorrow we can't say
life has its own flow
it is a River of No Return
and now all know

But all always did also
yet kept their eyes blindfolded
O Lord is eyeing us
from that distance
awaiting me
perhaps now it's my turn'
@80

Grief too has a time limit
then all resume breakfast
and
Thanks Giving

Thoughts are better off born without much thought.
Alarms ring, feet muster the morning chill.
Beat the clock, steal a glance a second.
Tick and clang reverberates your brain.
You know the one you put to bed a mere hour ago.

Fast lanes passing on the right.
Toll cards and frozen elevators.
Forty floors up to boredom.
Could spit fall at such a rate as to break
apart the ants head?

I will never convince the masses to turn.
Threats they’ll burn fall like scattered beads.
It’s an old tale they have hardened to.
The ocean is dying, the forests are crying.
Though not by way of rain.

This world we walk has a heart and soul.
At least it began that way.
But today she’s hanging by a thread
and I dread the outcome.

Can we not hold hands somewhere
and swear to try again?

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Equal day and night
That leads to days of fright
The light of day pours into
Black, dark things that go BOO!

Then wind whips up the crisp leaves
While green needles sway in the breeze
Hats and scarves come out of hiding
While witches their brooms are riding.

The Summer is gone and so are you
But my heart still yearns for a love that's true.
I wait for Winters hoary frost to make
My heart feel less of the ache.

Unless air is fatal to those who breathe, you should have nothing to fear. The safest way of surviving Fatal Air is to steal a few handfuls of blazing air.
Granting you access to:
“Enter without Danger.”

A day ordinary as days before,
the sky was blue and heavy with cloud,
the air though sultry but beside my love
caressing and healing.

On the path where a year ago our love was born
we walked with our hands locked in love.
Under the grove of trees bearing flagrant fruits
shaped life dove-eye of love
we glided down the path in love.