Mystical voices Hidden behind towers Whispering sound waves Missing sweet scent of flowers Left unchallenged Invading populations minds Approvals become main stream A dangerous grind Minorities shall rise Convince forgive and invite Grow exponentially The countries renew And strong they shall heal Freedoms communities angst individuals pain To support and believe Respect truth and caring Never in vain (c)near_lane7
Invisible dangers Circling the globe Indifference then panic Lucky they Who have an anode Us humans are challenged We obey and we fear It's coming nearer Will it leave No one knows Caring and saving Winning and losing Healthcare and science Maxxed to exhaustion Grateful and hopeful Populations at large Indebted to the heroes Savors and saviors Unsung Silently cherished #(c)near_lane7
Sore knees resting On the round table's top Imagine suggestions No worries about a crop An empty glass without a rim Staring at me Pushed aside with a grin Energy levels rise After playing quite a many Old rock videos They are in my guts Make me want to go On that bike trip Wind in my eye Bug just missed (c)near_lane7
Fill in the blanks Intentions we don't see Unless we read those lines again The ones who hit us Then left Leaving an unease Can it be true Or plain speculation Now reason The possibilities (c)near_lane7
It's such a beautiful and warm summer day, but I sit inside and watch as the shade passes away. The bright blue skies passes over with a looming feeling of grey. Pink and green and yellow to orange but just left with a sense of being tired. Is this my home? Just feels like a stop along my way. Preaching words of wisdom and telling everyone it will be okay, how can I tell someone that they will be if I'm not okay? Hard to know what a red flag is when I look at the world through a rose tinted glass, not knowing which moment will be my last. Maybe it does get easier as each day passes, but that's the hard part, having to do it each day. Maybe it's not my time to enjoy a beautiful summer day, so I better get going on my way.
Born into this world, that's filled with color Hoping just to be kind to one and other A blank canvas, on a artists wall Moulded like a flower, ever so small. Actions you take, steps you make Decisions you've made, due to someone's aid A painting, brushed by the colors all around you All these colors, but which one to choose? Maybe indigo, or teal to be as strong as steel Or sapphire is your style, a black fire that's versatile Turquoise if you're weird, cyan too Ultramarine to be feared, or just an ol midnight blue. All these colors to look up to But in the end, we are all just shades of blue.