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Choose to be gentle Learn to be kind These simple truths Are ours to find And hold Within our hearts
Choose to be gentle Learn to be kind These simple truths Are ours to find And hold Within our hearts
Where the flowers grow Wild and free I lose the world And find me Naturally What will be, will be
Calm Eerily still A secret held With iron will The force of which Builds and builds Billowing Until it spills Lightning bolts From steely eyes Thunder cracks From deep inside Stirring The peaceful sky
A curious seagull Down at the shore Slowly strutted over And was hard to ignore Did he stop to eavesdrop Or did he have something to say Was he merely hoping To share a doughboy that day It was probably the food It usually is The curious seagull Thought the doughboy was his But his… Read More Curious Seagull
The sun dipped down Behind the trees That swayed and danced In time with the breeze Celebrating Another day’s end The flowers also cheered With a dip and a bend And when the sun saw The respect of them all She put on a show As she continued to fall Pink, orange, and purple Finally,… Read More Flame Red
Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold
Even the sun Hides behind the haze That’s hung itself heavy On late July days But there are peeks of hope From rogue sunrays Promising the return Of lighter days
I’ve seen a forest of daisies And it’s a magical place Where petals come together In a loving embrace It’s a place for dreamers Where hope comes alive Where spirits are lifted Without having to try It’s a place of potential Where purpose is found Where seeds once planted Breakthrough dry ground In a forest… Read More Forest of Daisies
Silently As we sleep In the dark of night They crawl and creep Up in the trees Beneath the ground In the air and dirt Is where they’re found But the worst of these Invade our beds Nightmares that live Inside our heads As we sleep Silently
I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare
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