Beat

We trudge thru our drudge; head kept down.
We judge & we budge life around.

We break from comfort punching clocks.
We fake our import, crowing cocks.

We’re loosing trouble in new finds.
We’re choosing bubbles in our minds.

We fight the powers dark & foul.
We frightened flowers facing plows.

We creatures all habituate.
We feature boredom intimate.

When day’s done with souls embarking.
We fall with sun to sleep’s darkling.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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