who could be here in these eyes

why is life a raging river?

holding back a plant or rock from

overtly joining its parade

can you hear the tick tick tick

of the click that regenerates

us when a fear of success or death

leaves a. Chill in the back of the room

destined to flesh out the learning curve

blue eyes are sad inthis night rain

even when it was sunny all day

hope still helps the flattered few who

evict another bright green fight of

rights that the flowers gave up on

easy argue and hard compassion moments

issued to a hopeful good team

not on the same side as we are

today we will connect again on a level

hot off the news wire that bluffs

every time it seems to care

silent in the clouds that move

eager to play the game

evil rules even followed this time

yes it was a good comment

endings which we foresee

stopping us from shouting at stars

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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