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A feckless bevy of fools that reside over there
in their luxuriously decorated swamp of self righteous.
enjoying the spoils of their fortune and luck,
as if their more vibrant greenery has made them pious.

As we sit on the grey side of the hill.
where the sun doesn’t shine and we drink but swill.

The moon looms large on our side of the mound.
recycled & reflective light that bares down.
Keeping our children awake at night.
Keeping us aware [theirs?] are sleeping sound.

If they could understand our plight,
might they come offer us help?
No! the swine will reserve the right,
to say “they’ll find a way.”

As the grass decays and the night is still,
contemptuous is the other side of hill

GS

The gusts [of?] morning are so hard on the bones.
and the glaring sun is a thorny beauty.
Still, the green is a wonderous sight and
we can dull the light so their day’ll start smoothly

Nice it is on the green side of the hill,
with the view of the valley and colors that spill
but still, we understand their plight.
and the misery that hangs over the other side.
But surely through struggle and strife,
they can find their own view of beauty.

truly it was a treacherous hike
to find our way to the other side.
And kind words and love never kept me warm,
the cold and discomfort can only give you a [reason to rise?].

yet it is soothing to hear empathy in voice.
A star to follow while you make the voyage.
But the hill is tall and I had to stop,
wish I had the view from the top

HT

Nice it is up here on the peak
beauty beholds as far the eye can sense.

Below me I see so many hikers
but special me, I made it first.
spiteful? I wish them the best
But this is my moment to hold the earth

the sun is gorgeous and the moon is still
I get it all as king of the hill

Epilogue

On my lonely planet the only time’s for the hills
& to do your best, is to do like a monkey,
or a pygmy on a rock, who wants to be with the bunch.

Hey ya’ll, thanks for giving me some of your time to spare.
getting to share my perspective is something I find too rare.
And I hope to paint a view that’s the kind to share
because despite my pride, my scars taught me a lot, and I will give the lion’s share

There’s a world to be explored, and it’s there for you.
there’re times that will scare, or make you blue.
days that go on for time times two
but never turn away from the new.

Not to say it’s all for you.
but that’s not a matter of me, but who;

I love the people with I share the world,—
once were I posed as a misanthrope.
Not because we aren’t worth the soil,
but because they are why I wrote.

All I hope to be, all I want to do—
is use this time to try my best and relate to you.

Sleep my child
I know you’ll wake
the night must pass
before the day can break

And when you rest
Your mind can run
and explore the length
of what you’ll become

Life is long
but the days can pass
always appreciate
the colors of the grass

So sleep my child
tomorrow can wait
I want see every moment
of the life that you make