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
Peach Time
Peach time of life
From the sweet nectar to the bitter core
The peach of life set’s me free some more
Till the land and watch the soil
From that will come the hope of a summers toil
From the leaves and the grass
Comes the sweetness at last
Someone I forget these small subtleties
When I go to the grocery and grab what I need
But to remember the sweetness of the peach
Upon the land
Taken and set free
The Apple
Apple of my eye
Stride in the moment of life
Taken one foot over the other
What was once a void
Now has been filled with
Another
To see life so sweet as the moment
Laid before us
I take the hope of a moment
For the apple is the creation of the earth
And I am as well
Connected we are
More than I can tell
Golf Days
Today is better than the last
At last
The moments set us free
From the fear
To peace and tranquility
Grass perfectly pushed over to one side
Golf days and feeling alright
As the vintage rock seeps from the old speakers
In the club
Golf days have just begun
Soup Days
The days of soup
Filling the void
Of the bowl beneath my mouth
So the bread of hope
Rotten with the days news
Of the ones who celebrate the lowly
Blues
From my hands amounting to another
Rent check
I take the days of soup as a
Sign that it can be up from this moment
When life is full
Of a new dream ahead
The Bird and the Squirrel
The bird and the squirrel
Eating from the land
Surviving in the moment of wild
Desert heat
Upon the realization of friends
Not in actual physical
But in the spirit of the land
Upon the eyes
Seeing each other
In the light
One by flight
One by land
They protect the life and
Gather what they need
Oh what we an learn
From the squirrel and the bird
Lighthouse Off the Dune
The lighthouse off the dune
Is the beacon of light
To me and you
The weather has lost us
In the mist of rain and clouds
Coming over us like a blanket
Tell me a story of being found
Amidst the water and the rocks
Taking us on the journey
As we have lost the captain to the delusion
Of the ocean waves
We have to take ourselves back
Back to the shore
Guided by the light of the lighthouse
Brining us home
Alone with the Microphone
The microphone sits
Tucked in the studio
Ready to tell the stories
Of love and loss
The honest of the moment
Can be unraveled in front of the ear
Of the world
What webs weave leave that to you
And the musician who has crafted
The art of the time with the instrument
And the song at hand
To play just a moment
Can be a great honor
To be in front of the microphone
In the studio
Alone
The Fox and the Cactus
The fox and the cactus live
Next to each other
As if brothers
In arms
But in the depth of the thicket of cactus
Is the birds sining their song
With the rabbits tucked away
The refuge of the desert you could say
Upon the floor of the sand
Stands a little man
From the desert within
The fox can only see this when he begins
To move the perimeter
But mutual respect upon the floor of the desert
As the fox doesn’t enter the cactus
And the cactus clears of the fox
The Quiet Confusion
Quiet confusion
From the moments of unknown
Blow over like the wind on frozen snow
Yet the confusion is thick as fog
And heavy as lead
One could conclude what is forgotten
Could be left for dead
But the jokers face painted on the kings throne
Has become all to well known
For being the jackal of trades
Knowing nothing wide or far
So know that the real confusion
Is not in the print in front of you
But rather in the depths of the quiet
When you are alone in search of
What is good in this life
Up the Coast
Up the coast
When the gentlemen play all day
The grass grows
The game of golf
The gander of the seas
Every blade in the rain
And sun
Billowing clouds over the
Cliffs hang low
To see the ball fly
And only know
A game and a journey
One shot at a time
Played with a memory of the past
And in the inches of your mind
