Lyric Cut

A late night inspiration

Evenings in the capital

Of this beautiful nation

The Unity Collective USA

Spreading the message of hope

We hope to get across

Free the rock

From underneath the moss 

Evening lights on the Capitol


Building blocks we muster up

With every lyric cut

From the cloth of humanity

To reach out certainly

To the world

The Truculent Type

The truculent type

Eager to get in on the fight

Angered with quick dissatisfaction

Moving hands into fists

Is the only reaction

Abounding in frustration

Lack of understanding

Spectacular use of vernacular

Steaming at the collar

No hopes of understanding

The only mechanism deployed

Is the hope to destroy

The long term approach

Rather than manifesting a life coach

Is to ravage a nation

From sea, to hill, to plantation

Rip the goods from the earth

In one giant selfish prolonged gestation

Rather than to swim in the new waters

See a new view

Understating the chance of

Understanding me and you

This marvelous blunder

Is abounding from side to side

Unearthed down below the snow

As the weight pulled up from below

Seek to understand rather than plunder

Or else we all go under



Tightly Knit

A drab afternoon

Middle of the eastern seaboard

Under the heavy veil of fog and dim light

Gray folds over gray folds over gray

All the way to the sky

A wandering mist makes it’s way

Up and down the streets

Tightly knit to the snow unearthed

High temperatures transfer snow to air

The thirsty grass has had it’s fill

The winter storm gave more

Than tranquil

Winter rendered null under a small

Breaking orange sky

Car lights float like fairies in the lasting light

Yet a likely feeling so familiar

Nostalgic and driven

Car zippy

Zipping by

Tuesday skies

The Old Lifeboat

The challenge of growth on the road

Learning life’s lessons new

Without letting my old life go

Holding my hands to the side

Of this old lifeboat

The longer miles we roam

The further we go

The more we grow

Unknown of the life ahead

One foot in front of the other

Deliberate moves 

Keep us alive

In love 


A Cheap Bed and Home

Getting in at 3

Snow packed streets

Of a cheap


Parking in industrial lots

Making a bed a home

When we are on the road


But not alone

Monday makes a good intro

To the new week ahead

Many miles on the road we left

Written songs all along

Sing out in hopes of the one

One more show

One more road to go

One more turn

We deal with the yearning

Of mind

But we stay committed 

To our professional line

A Man Nondescript

He was a polite General 

In a dirty fight

Won’t ask too many questions

Making sure his men were alright

He would stop into the local shop

But keep all conversations brief

Man of few words

Nothing left to waste

Keeping his work straight in time

He would handle even a bumpy road

Or the occasional attack

With no weight but his country 

On his back

He would nod his head and thank

His fellow men

For the life they lead

With an extention of his hand

He was a man nondiscript

Defined by action

Rather than inaction

Vigilant Time Apparatus

Hands held in jail

A simple wreck of proportions 

Cell phone

Holding on 

Through every bend

Like a contortionist

Careful time delegation

In a room of lavish embellishments 


Through the gliding feel of the phone

Like a fresh shave in the morning

With force it reckons you back 

To embark on internets past

Although you may reject its request for 

Time and energy

You can not disagree

With the phones ability

To consistently

Win you back

It is a vigilant time apparatus

Strapped around your head

Walking through the muck

Of the walking dead

It’s valuable sensation

Is an impeccable sum

In the moments surrounding

The wild humdrum 

25 Hours

25 hour car ride

The earth to my right side

Passing trucks to the left

I won’t attest with my old ride

Making our way to the Florida coast 

Racing trains 

Down the eastern seaboard

Catching cheap hotels 

So we can

Sleep more

Passing through Raleigh

And Jacksonville

Some good moments

Some are just a force of will

Highways full 

Unable to sit still

From the borders of NYC

To easy coastal city’s

Southern bound 

Through America the Pretty