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In all things, give thanks…

The gray races by

wheels turning

mind numbing

to the noise

to the fumes

from the other

moving hunks of metal.

Just when I thought,

so ugly…

nothing to see

stay in between

your lines…

My eyes moved

upward and over

to a canvas

filled with

Beauty~

Sweet trees

midway through

Autumn falls

the colors

the textures

the rainbow

stole my breath

such beauty in death…

 

No

doubts

no

let up

no

laziness

no

wallowing

no

crying

no

inaction

no

indecision

no

fear

no

surrender…

Torn pages

worn phases

people stand

people fall

some show

some don’t

some care

some can’t

some won’t

truth unseen

like dreams

endless cawing

endless calling

words unspoken

withheld token

bullshit spoken

turning pages

writing phases…

.

Lost

thoughts

float

and

tease

oh

please

come

back

to

me.

They

slip

they

slide

they

hide

they

slither

away~

like

a

waking

dream

it

floats

away

lost

for

another

day

always

more

floating

teasing

lost

thoughts..

.

Watching

raindrops

falling

like

teardrops

hoping

the

clock

stops

revel

in

nothingness

moments

in

time

listening

to

heartbeats

in the

raindrops…

Searching

for worth

Searching

for knowledge

Searching

for meaning

Searching

for truth

Searching

for the path

Searching

for answers

Searching

for peace

Searching

for love

Searching

for something…

We are Teachers

We work

hard

Insanely

hard.

It’s a

Kafka

farce

squeezed

from

above

and

below

miracle

workers

without

a

pray

nothing

is

fair

fighting

for

air

teaching

is an

art

let me

paint my picture

sing my song

weave my story

write my poems

the system

is broken

so are the

Teachers…

Some days

I am

a Rose

some days

a reed

Some times

I bloom

some times

I wither

Some ways

always growing

some ways

always dying

Every flower

blooms in it’s

own time

dies in it’s

own time

grow anew

never blue…