Moving so fast yet standing still,
Peering to past and future atop sandy hill.
Questions unknown to answers seeking,
Memories fading like autumn leafy.
Aggresive degression betrayal of mind,
A familiar stranger’s touch seems so kind.
Missing the moisture a lovers kiss gives,
Unaware where her conscience lives.
Her ragged sun is low in the west,
Behind are their days of best.
The Disease pushes two asunder,
Leaving each as a Hopeless Wanderer.
scared
A Dove Flies Away
I don’t usually get all political. But this has been weighing heavy on my mind since the bombings and school shootings. We see these kind of things more and more often. How do we stop this sort of action without becoming our enemy.
As I sit
amongst blue
watching what could be is
fraught with confusion
should be simple
shouldn’t it?
They are our brothers, sisters
common by man
But hawks wait
readying,
he plans
HIS attack
talons sharp and graceful swoop
never see it coming
A white majesty with olive in beak
what does he have to offer?
his promise is weak
Head to Head
when faced with decision
the only option to flee
A dove flies away
for sake of becoming the hawk
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