Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
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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
The Winter Cabin
Upon the dunes of Lake Michigan
Sits a cabin
Undeterred by the spring snow
Bringing the season of winter
Out a little bit low
For the waves crash
Where the water meets land
Over the sand and grass
Is the house that saves
That holds us tight
When the world is light
And falling apart
So take heed in the cabin of light
On Lake Michigan
For What Comes
For what comes
We only know
In the moment
But we can expect
From the history of the past
To know what
May come our way
To the heights of the mountain
One day
The blindness of clouds
Scattered in our eyes
Makes seeing the truth
Timed
So prepare for today
What is today
And give back what is not
For the hope of the future
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
The Day
The day
Starts off slow
Not builds
Into the day of
Your dreams
Everyday must start
And you must win
Everyday
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
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