The Crying Gains

While the world continues unsettling staid values,

we seem to remain housed and hungry,

we value our gains to such a silly degree,

we forget there’s a world outside of our blues.

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When I allowed my soul to breathe in deep wood

the smell of pine and wet moss aroused me

in Nature I do seek the attention of a free

mind that moves beyond the self loathing that would

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bury my pale heart and cause me to then forget

how simple the leaves, how sweet buds hath

blossomed, deep in the forest away from wrath;

we may feel cleansed, less burden, less a target.

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Look upon one another, please look for the smiles,

help them to be real, a genuine glee

if then that moment can be made free

then crying, the sudden rush of time speaks miles.

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I stroll through concrete shadows, the lives we lead

in wonder of pain, while we seek some remains

of our integrity, character, these are my gains

if only there might be hope to cinder the greed.

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My heart plays the rhythm without release

of the turmoil, the fear, the truth,

oh to understand then the ruth-

less nature, that human anomaly sans peace.

Integrity Lies in Wait

While we all seem to ask,

when is timing correct,

when will the stars align,

how might I know then,

that this time is suggestive,

with careful reasoning.

Can a human being abscond

to the detriment of pity,

that source of relief,

when all is lost,

confusion, pride, society, blank stares, harm,

when then the others,

those eyes we fear,

suddenly do come into play,

basking in the ever present murk;

such ill repentance of common truths.

When it happens,

we walk alone,

in wonder of a different time.

Haven’t you always heard that claim,

that this is a lot like when I was a child,

and the world turned slowly without forgetting

to bring me along, please don’t,

please not now, I cannot pray enough

that you do not abandon me.

Not here, in this place,

this unfamiliar ground,

that reeks of disdain and ignorance.

I am one that sees the reality of our frail

mastery of the human condition.

We are a wreck in the calling,

when suddenly after the storm does cease,

I mean, really slow down and let our footing,

return,

when all of that confusion is caught in some lonely breeze,

it is then at that time,

I can finally believe, I will stand forward,

find some grace in the reality of our

blind faith.

What is Talent?

We ever measure our society

place silver crown upon a victory.

If a flaw occur, we might settle in;

despair replaced beyond sweet hope within.

Heart and soul, ambitions upon desire

paved avenues will host worlds we aspire.

Respond well with integrity and soul

character now heard, now known feeling whole.

We are a world within our own passions

sometimes confused by odd situations

that help determine how the strength our turns

of the pages become when love returns.

For in that moment of support and peace

life may blossom; talent is our release.