We are beautiful
You know
Out here looking in
But were we
In there looking out
I doubt
We’d see it
We’d worship
Screens and glass
Belongings and
Our own stale air
But out there
Out here
We are beautiful
What Brink
Take a photo of me
Somebody
Let your lens
Strip away the noise I wear
When I can’t see
Be the eye
Denied to me
Shutter
Capture me
Finally
Sold: A Haiku
What of the prayers
What of you on bended knee
What of cherishing
The Get Up: A Haiku
Father may you be
The very strength in my steps
The all that I want
Whole Home
The ol’ place out West
The Southern shadows in need
But more so, the Heartland
Then the universe in the North
Before the trek back East
Lesser
Humanity
Here
Appears
Invisible
Grey Paper
Words
Wasting words
Like wishes to the wind
Warned I was
Warn I will
Walk
And waste not
Words
Shelling: A Haiku
To feed their fever
Summer would be sacrificed
It was decided
Clarity
It’s each day, isn’t it?
We dig deep into the recesses
Pull out the silken fabric
Clean their soil from our sunglasses
Then smile that we remember
The true truth
Senator
Funny the Storyteller
Consciously oblivious to the realities
Accepts the reigns nonetheless
Walking in wisdom
Feigning the fool
Weaving your heart with the truth
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