moving upwards again

moaning in tune with a song, a great
orange circle dies behind the rainbow,
vital to your happiness is the wants delivered
it is not just what you want but when,
nearby those who are starving might be cold
geta picture of that every time you bite
under the highway people made
places to escape the heat of the day and
wander the streets to get to the point where
all ends won’t meet but the hours were easier
red cloth valued by each walking dancer
doing thier best shuffle in our mean streets
some of the enlightened help others as best as they can
after the bridge breaks then there is release
great waterfall of spirit finally awakes
and all the strength needed rises
introducing the flame without saying the name
need this smoke to travel to the ancients
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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