Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

Features of our lives can be forgotten

Lost in the mire of evaluation.

That which appears steady and quite wise

often lands freely in silent disguise.

Often in a fashion words come so calmly,

banter and rhythm speak delightfully,

drawn within the space of a wise master.

Likely spoken some stable reminder

that carries a scythe is spiritual. 

Oh when we know why it is surreal.

Always out of ear shot we certainly

emote such primal scream assuredly.

It is indeed a passionate release,

defends our lives in that quest is peace.

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