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Opportunity

Time walks closely to my breath now
He wanders in and out of it, warmed by it

I turn when wondering, call out when cold
It doesn't matter much, these feelings I hold

In clearings now, its fading
his whisperings are waining

No matter as the world does cusp
Many new opportunities, in dawn to dusk

KAS

It rains in New England
falling heavy and blue
In calls of bewilderment
the streets flow, I'm infused

The nights talk of temperament
solemn; unbalanced in hue
seeping surfaces, sponges spent
sopped thick and porous, bursting with dew

Still.., I like it
The scent and the crisp
I like the cool summer and brisk

It calls for sweetness and saunter
...and muffled noise
it purrs with contentment; natures voice

KAS

Genuinely Forward

In forthcomingness, I tell you
All that is, that feels
It's not with intent
more for life's appeal

I do not hinder information
as decisions are made
It's in false formations
That mistakes are out played

I have found far more benefit
In sharing my soul
Than experienced detriment
From all thats been told

KAS

Time

Like little ripples of water disturbed
I live for it

It walks its dogs in ropes and spurs
I die for it

You tell me lies, I cry, I fret
I survive with it

I think and ponder and wonder, in retrospect
I'm ashamed of it

But really, why do I do such things- or think of them being done?
time calls for it

Bird wing

Its passive nature, flipping softly, raising air and small bits of matter
Eyes drawn and beat and haven. The frail soft bird spoke notes,
not in a summer breeze
Of blue and white and greys, in hues of texture
and had some days seen better
Caged within bars, drawing weight and flatter;
it sat dark and oppressive among iron trees

KAS

Opportunity Not

I’m sad today
Not to say too much of sadness
Though I rarely am able to stay

Generally a happy soul
Though reminiscent of a pessimist toll
I falter rarely to this toil

My thoughts are dimmer in this state
Confidence lacking, hardness awake
I wonder why it waits

I’m sad for you
Sad for me
For all that’s been and what can’t be

Timing

Its’ drops hit earth expectantly, like claws the ground begins to crawl
With liquid momentum and pulse, you tell me no
When winters pass and earth softens, the rains begin to fall
Like tussles with the gods, I cry, you reach for me to go

It hurts, but feels alive- as he tells me how I’ve lied
Fake and untrue, my grain is no legitimate substitute
How to explain that it is not now I’m false, but then, I cry
You linger in momentous trepidation and repulse- I refute

In vein, I muster strength, in time I halter recourse
The rains wet my soul, as claws crawl up my skirts
I hunger and repulse from it, I fondle with the source
You leave me with no options, I fall in mud and sand so course

The sky rumbles with spewing anger, pouring to the earth with vigor
Cool dirt and pitter patter, splashing and trickling blind my ears
My face streaming, joining the rains, the blood the thunder
It is not with lies I told you, but truths, my dear