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There are time when,
we should reflect on life.
This is one of those times,
when faced with strife,

you find there are outside,
influences effecting your way
of thinking. How you view,
what once was a safe day.

It is unfortunate, when life,
doesn't remain the same,
and we revert to calling it,
by another name.

There are times,
in this short life, ours,
when you need a friend,
not a "cheer leader."

I lost an important,
person in my life.
I'm still grieving, but, sometimes,
others, can suck the air from the room.

It exhausts me,
when I hear talk about
the past. Not your fault,
but sometimes, "Silence is golden."

Wicked comes a calling,
reaching out to me.
Should I stay to challenge,
or run away and flee?

Wicked has many ways,
she says will set you free.
I'm uncertain if she means it.
I know it won't be me.

Have to fight temptation,
when it gets in the way.
Start again on the morrow,
when I may go or stay.

When the jagged, little edges,
have left their frame to play,
will the empty panes of glass,
vanish and go away?

I don't know the answer,
and probable never will,
but I will tell you now,
I won't take another pill.

Walking through, the day of now,
searching for yesterday,
when I came upon tomorrow,
in a most peculiar way.

There will be no future,
if you don't recognize today,
while clearing your head,
and walking away.

There are too many actions,
of which we won't say,
better get out to vote,
if you will want your way.

If you become complacent,
ignoring facts today,
your freedom will leave,
and will walk away.

When love says, its last goodbye,
when your lover has left you to die.
What is your next recourse?
Deal with your grief, of course.

What light shines, through
the window, far?
Me thinks it maybe
the Northern Star.

A star which guides,
our life at night,
to assure we all,
will live just right.

When the Whippoorwill calls,
the time will be when,
we will see the World change,
over and over again.

The Whippoorwill calls,
should set up an alarm,
about the attention is ready,
for her who our Democracy harm.

Insurrectionists no matter,
what you may say,
Traitors to our Government,
in every waking way.

If you believe in this country,
and the Democracy, you see,
then it's time to take action,
and not the criminal way.

A jagged edge,
along the screen,
Broken glass,
at the scene.

What has happened,
where were we,
when all the rats,
began to flee.

Take back our country,
from the Sedonistic crowd.
Don't be quiet,
speak out loud.

If you care,
for this, your land,
we will love to take
a stronger stand.

Emotions are a wonderful thing
for they release and will bring,
deep feelings of love or fear,
when an unknown presence is near.

There are times when
circumstance triggers action.
Be careful as timing is a factor,
to consider, before pulling the trigger.

The winds of August,
will soon come to call.
The winds of August,
in the north, is called Fall.

Autumn, the season between,
Summer and Winter.
The equinox, September 21-22,
ending the 21-22nd of December.

When the winds of Autumn,
began to blow,
the days grow shorter,
this much I know.

A time to reflect, the change
in our lives, so fine,
when things we love,
may turn sublime.

Long may the winds of autumn,
continue to Fall,
for it is a favorite season,
of change for all.