The sun is smiling today,
Asking to leave the shadow behind me.
Politely I turn to the silver cloud,
Asking how it always manages to find me.
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Dec 25, 2019
The tectonics shift
Sand slips helpless through an hourglass
Change is imminent, cataclysmic and crass
It calls on the wind as our nails puncture the grass
As we cling even tighter to loose archaic structure
Scraping the sky in its surrendering crumble
While we claw and tumble to the deepest depression
What do you really fear? Collective transgression?
While human insanity erupts into a sweating red fever
Our home is a wasteland - it can't help you either.
But the threat of hope looms,
Challenging a guilty psyche
There’s a crack in the nut
There’s a chink in the armour
There’s a macabre churning
There’s a debt collector, called Karma.
Dec 25, 2019
There's a general malaise that bites on the air,
Chattering its icy tale, chortling that life is not fair.
But begging to differ is a snowflake idle in its quaint perfection.
Flecks of clearest miracle, a momentary visible,
Yet misery captures our attention.
Did we forget to stop a while, to marvel at life’s invention?
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