Oh, here we go.
From your perspectives I done wrong.
Took my reputation and ruin it.

But what you see?
Is pretense, a creative image.
So, when actors, singers, any celebrities face threats of lawsuits.

You upset or have an opinion.
But comprehend many come from the streets.
Doesn't matter how much the ministers preach to the saints.

Who?
Can't say sinners they are not.
Church pews have a lot.
So, here we go again.

They famous folks simply are perfect.

Every poet is an old soul
with the remarkable talent
of carrying the centuries
of all poets' legacies
with just a pen
and a piece
of paper.

Tis with a heavy heart I write
A transience of severed soul
For in the richness there abound
A vacuous and tethered hole.

Within, without, the treaded way
A long and winding road
A consequence of earthly stay
In shouldered heavy load.

That deep within the threaded mire
Divorced from that which sings,
Abandoned in the throng, entire,
Where right and wrong wear wings.

For thee and I must share the load,
Must wear the bleeding back
For happenstance, so long to goad,
When skin and bone hue black.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Sun breaks over the lake
Waking me from my dreams.

Haze thick upon the water
Silent, surreal, calming, serene.

Hard to explain,
waking up alone in nature.

When I was younger, I wanted friends all around.

Bright lights, big cities,
laughter and music abound.

But now I take things slower,
moments not needing to share.

A misty morning sunrise,
Coffee in a kettle,
wood smoke in the air.

Just me and my memories,
moments without a care.

I know I can't stay,
soon I'll have to pack up and leave.

But right here, right now,
It's just God, Nature, and Me.