In One Hour

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In one hour

a mother gives birth

someone takes their last breath

someone graduates

while someone’s failure permeates

One person sleeps

while another awakes

another human diagnosis

ill fitted prognosis

twisting the economies

plagues of humanities

sickness in the soul

health in another

healed and birthed

more than once in many forms

and we call this life

perhaps our long strayed wives

while another falls in love

and turns winters into spring

intoxicating summer breeze

the birds sing

the tides come and go

the waters of one side

can be the droughts of another

do not dispair, we all cycle

because life is forever changing

we are never really stagnant

life is forever turning tables

in all its whimsical forms

that discriminates not one

in the 60 minutes of the hour

guarantee free

Warranty Free

Love is Peace

In the curves of a feather

In the breath of a wind

In the Allie’s on a street

Grounded country feet

Beyond turbulent sorrows

Into most peaceful waters

Is where you’ll find my mind

At ease

Because love is peace

Creating your own peace in turbulent times 🕊️🫶🏽

Seasons Change

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Spring into Summer

Summer to Fall

Fall into Winter

Winter into Spring

Different Seasons?

Same Seasons?

They happen every year

Cycling ever clear

Seasons are like rivers

The Water looks the same

We never touch the same water more than once

Healing Things

Heal your mother wound

Be bold, blossom and bloom

Get over your own scorn

Transcend and mourn

Revive and be more

Heal your father scars

So they don’t become prison bars

It’s easy to blame

But much more fulfilling to aim

For a better version

Of what you should actually believe

The life you are entitled to live

That thing called Love

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In the morning’s dew

or the evening’s breeze

in that crooked smile

or that beam of sunlight

in the midnight hour

romantic howl

or the bird that sings

lullaby love brings

in the essence of every crevice

not one thing unturned

because love, is a permeable thing

Penetrating Forms

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life comes, and life goes

life simply flows

our minds get stuck

our memories retract

intentional attention

mindless motivation

filtering through pores

penetrating forms

reminisce and grow

let memories crescendo

from vital innuendos

and the rest, simply observe

Coping Mechanisms

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Forgive and Forget

Remember and Move On

Forgive, don’t Forget

Bitter Taste

Sour Memories

Erased Felonies

Scorned Remedies

Coping Modes

Scoping Words

Consequently Choice is Yours

You get what you are dealt

You give what you deal