Fall

The smell of burn barrels in the morning air
The gentle breeze caressing skin
The crunch of leaves beneath your feet
The fresh smell that hangs in the air
The morning chill that thrills you
These are the things that I enjoy

The smell of pine or birch
Curled up with a book in hand
Watching the flocks of birds fly overhead
Enjoying a late night campfire
Hearing the nightly creatures
Or watching the stars wheel about
That is what I remember most

This is the season I most enjoy
Strolling in light clothes
Enjoying the day at hand
Without fear of heat or bug
Nor trudging through rain or snow
This is what I remember most
This is what I miss most

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The Train

Beneath harsh light
Standing on formed stone
I wait
Hood pulled up
Bag held tight
The night grows long
And day is near
Yet the sky is gray
And the world is dark

Beneath flickering light
Standing on cracked stone
I wait
Busses creak to a stop
Others rumble off
Still I wait
By the rusty metal tracks
Alone
Without a friend or lover

Beneath white lights
Standing by worn stone
I wait
The rumble comes first
Shaking the ground
A shriek in the air
Heralds its coming
It rounds the corner
Screeching to a stop

Beneath soft lights
Sitting on hard seats
I wait
The city of my birth
Slowly fades away
Pulling my memories with
Like a bad dream
With one last whistle
I am finally free

Beauty of the City

Long had I held
That the city was ugly
With its monolithic giants
And shaped stone
Long had I thought
The towers as walls
And the highways bars
The smell of cars
And constant noise
Were hammers against my skull

But the night came
And I was filled with awe
Of the setting sun
Behind the sky line
Of the towers dressed in light
Or the rivers flowing through
In the quiet moment
The light shown
Softening the hardness of the city
Painting the sky with lights

There is beauty in the city
Through I find it hard to believe
Perhaps this place
Is not the prison I first believed

The Distant Sun

red sun setting

The distant sun
Marks the end
Of another day
Such a fire in the sky
Such a quiet end to this day
The quiet end of day
Makes me wonder
Beneath the open sky
Upon an open field
I wonder where I’ll be
When I next see that distant light
What will have happen
While the sun travels across the sky
Who will I be when the sun sets once more
A single day change a life
A single moment to change an age
So I wonder once again
What will happen when I next see that distant sun

Puppets and Puppet Masters

We sit and watch and see the news
Our hearts race and our anger rises
At what we hear and see
We scream and we rant and we rave
We think we speak the truth
We think we stand for justice

We form our opinions
We share, post, tweet, and snap
What we think is right
Than we harden our hearts
And scream and yell
When others challenge our thoughts

We dance back and forth
Crying our hateful words
While denouncing their hatred
Thinking us to be true and just
All the while we do not see
The fine lines dangling from us

We do not see the fine lines
From our hearts and heads
We ignore the lines being tugged
We sing and dance
Thinking it is our own tune
Yet we are playing by another

We are but puppets who stand on stage
Moving and talking without realizing
That our lines are not our own
That our hearts are being controlled
By those who wish to stay in power
By those who have always hide there

Too Slow

Too slow
That’s what happened
Too slow
That’s the fact in my life

I hesitated
I was afraid
I didn’t want to push

So I hesitated
So I said no
That’s when I realized
That a part of me will always this
No matter the time that passes
Or how our lives may change

I was too slow
That’s what happened
I was too slow
to face my fear
Now the time has passed
I’ll smile as you fly
But I’ll always remember
That I was too afraid