The Flag of Doubt & Other Thoughts: Poetry

And if this world were
Something other than 
What it is,
Would any of us be able
to see it then?
Or would we still bicker
over the fact that 
it is not the misunderstood
remnant we recall?

~

There something to be
said for the abstract,
How it so accurately hints
At the dark beneath
And the light alongside

~

There is no hidden place
Here and my breath comes
In torrents almost too loud
For me to bear

~

I ask myself daily if these
recollections will even
matter beyond what I say or do

Because it’s all wrapped up 
In the enigma of a homeless
Man that I can’t help
And a faith that I have 
But yet don’t understand

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If we've accomplished 
so much as a civilization,
then how come so many
feel so damn lost
on shores shifting
beneath their feet like
quicksand before
they realize that
none of us have ever
been on a boat?

~

Sometimes we feel
the burden of promises made
that we can't seem to keep
At those times, 
these little actions
appear like they 
are meant to be something,
mystical and revolutionary,
yet the further we get
from them,
the more we cry out
for another miracle
to assail the flag of doubt.

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