Longing for the understanding
Of the evanescence of our dreams
Why memories slip away so soon
Or is that just the way it seems?
What was the color of the sky that day?
As the details tend to fade
Was it the coming of a storm
Or an aesthetic serenade?

We stir the *** of contemplation
We simmer through and through
Together, with fresh ingredients
We concoct a hardy stew
To be served with a cocktail
Possibly a few
Then we take a bite, with pure delight
And begin to slowly chew

Our bravado with our fists on hips
The patriotic stance
An image of a hero
That fails with every chance
The people I looked up to
Where freedom was enhanced
Ignored by all that turned their backs
As if they’re in a trance
Fixated on a notion
Down the beaten path
That nobody’s agreed upon
But life comes at you fast

Release is near approaching
Counting down the days
To be free and be redeemed
For the weak in which he prayed
He’s no longer stuck in his old ways
His mind is clear of sin
At least he’d have you think
As he says so with a grin 😈

‪I wish it were me‬
You were dying to see
‪Enviously ‬
‪Your imaginary dream‬
‪The one you talk and write about‬
‪For forever; endlessly ‬
‪The one that captures your breath‬
‪That won’t let you breathe‬
‪For the love of seduction‬
‪Not maliciously‬
‪But irresistibly, …yours‬

I keep my secrets in my diary
With words unspoken and unseen
I piece together outcomes
The way I think they ought to be
But mostly I write down my thoughts
To get things off my chest
Then I contemplate what comes next
And try to figure out the rest

A community of artists
Creatively unique
They rival any artists
With their precision and technique
Their passion and their love
Comes through in their work
They’re peaceful, but eccentric
And they have a multitude of quirks
They’re masters of their craft
They’re healthfully consumed
They love to paint the ceilings
With a wooden handle broom