3:00am - Hope

Hope is not Hope if it does not persevere.
Hope as a word uttered incites the ability to dream,
- the ability to revolutionize - to shift the wind.

The song in the city resonates and Hope is its chord.

When Hope is not even yet a whisper
The subtle treble strikes fear in depraved men,
and a torrid, inoculable fire in desperate hearts.

Where Hope is found, Hope is given.

2:19am

And I saw stripes - in black and white
A prison in code.
The captive marched on -
Blisters on their soles
Blisters on their souls

Static echoed the concrete halls
Static rang from each corner
The captive chanted on -
The voices aweful
The noises awful.

And I etched hope at the door
And journeyed home to kneel
Till the battle is one --
Till the battle is won.

2:55pm - Oh you don't know.

My caution is the wait.
To be still and stiller,
with no promises, and yet expect.
I can not refund the past
nor define the future
nor read minds
nor force my way --
But to lie in wait
- to be still -
is my audacious gamble -
and my humblest gain.

2:28am

I had a thought once,
but it flew away
Now I think
and it always stays.