Coast to Coast Storms

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Storm brew

From sea to shining sea

A fallen snowflake

Soon will be

Joined with many others

Across the country

From Texas to North Dakota

New York to New Mexico

Here comes a late

Spring snow

Hope: For What Can Only Divide

Division in grand

Is the plan

Never mind the stand

Of the politicians

There is no hope

In a place where no one goes

No light to be found

No light on the ground

So blindly we walk

Next to each other

Never to know each others

Presence

In past or future tense

Tense

The bread and circus is our reality

We will never be

Free

To Catch a Lie

The lie

Or the liar

Underneath the layers

Tells the futile truths

But what is truth without response

Without the dignity of light

And recognition

Have we fallen asleep wishing

We were a better humanity

On this earth

Rather the flower that falls over sick

Has ruined the lot

Taking back the earth

In a ink stained blot

To catch a lie

Or the liar

Just bring us the truth

Blindly Led into The Clouds Above

No ambition or anger

Just the stagger

Of life

As the effects of age

Ravage the body

So the world will only know

Soon

A memory

So to turn to the clouds

And prepare the heart for the

World without a loved on

In the future of life

Today the News

Today or tomorrow

The news

Will come

When the breathing is done

And life is completed

I prepare for such a call

In the darkest of hours

To know that a life well lived

From the poorest of starts

To the struggles within

I hold no anger in my heart

For when my father passes

I will love him into the beyond

And wait until we meet again

A Dream of Wild Colors and Symphony Notes

A dream of wild colors and symphony notes

When life was fresh and new

The power of the dreams could

Get you through

I would attend the symphony

And hear the notes

Ring out in the room of historic grandeur

Now I try my hand at such endeavors

Searching for notes to play and the

Right chords to hit

To be a part of history

As we all make

From the notes of a dream

To the lights of the stage

In February of this year

Dreams become a living reality

A Trip to South Bend

Back in the hometown

Stomping ground

The land of my recent ancestors

Where my great grandfather was killed in a

Brewery heist

And my grandfather by a drunk driver

This time

I see the land that brought me up

In a gentle respect and reverence

Even though from this land comes

Grief and tears

But I learn to love what has made

Me the man that I am

Stand in my masculinity

Regardless of the in between

So here is to my hometown

A lovely land

And a hollowed ground

Oil on Paper and the Winter Wind

Oil on paper and the winter wind

Blowing from the tops of the world’s peaks

Over my hands and feet

To hold me in

Give me the air to breathe

To stroke the canvas

To illuminate the sky and mountains

I take great hope in what can happen

In art we trust

We must

Begin again in the time

That we have

Purple Mountain Majesty

When the sun hits the magenta hue

From the long days over the rivers and

Mountains

When the evening dew starts to

Settle in

From the sky above

I remember the purple mountain

Majesty

From where we come from

The depth of life set in stages

The closing of a day

Reminds me of the beauty of the land

The Purple Mountain Majesty

Is now at hand

The Desert Round

From the onset of the morning

Takes the tee time of the day

From the wildest animals

Walking through the paths

And taking in the smell of the orange leaf

To stay for the day

Pleasure for the day

For another evening

The grass perfectly manicured

For the ball to roll through

Take the round for a new

Day