Day 352 - The Typewriter

Here it all begins

The lines and verses; the triumphs and sins

They cross the page in ink that runs in my veins

Until on the page it forms shapely stains

Here it is carefully placed

Upon ivory pages: so many that will go to waste

So many that cannot contain the breaths

That while making us live now - in halting - bring our deaths

Here it is and here it will go

Dancing off to places we can hardly know

Until we land there in the majesty

That teaches us so simply, how to be

Day 273 - Democracy

Small slips of paper unite a nation

Trust in a system we lead

Forming under our creation

An ever growing, age old creed

We will change the way things are

If it takes our tears and sweat

Raising everything above par

A nation no one can regret

Day 173 - Pure Potential

Once upon a time all was complete

Before man ever knew his first defeat

There were only blossoms pure and sweet

With many moments still to greet

In this time there were no sad tales

Of how in history nobility always fails

Nor any past winds in heavy gales

Ripping to shreds beloved sails

In this place some saw a garden

Others find the core of Zen

Still more find the need to pardon

The best time to begin was then

But the world cannot exist in limbo

Where nothing has been hard and slow

Rather you must have both dove and crow

To learn upon which path we must all go