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
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
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
You can not steal
Or take away
What was never yours to this day
A day to celebrate
A victory made in the giving of life
From one come many
Who will not say Happy Holiday’s
There is nothing in that
The wind blows over a cold grave
Of what humanity is forced to say
To be in line with the times
Is to be completely blind
To the cherished traditions of
Merry Christmas
May your family be blessed
And be together with the rest
If you struggle with this
Please turn away
For today
I say
Merry Christmas
Shall we dismiss Christmas?
The idea that one man
Born into a manger could rewrite the world
Thrown into turmoil the chose peoples word
Rather than fight
Join
Try to take the heart of Merry Christmas down
Meaningless
But open up the doors of hope
To the millions
That no one is born special
But this is frightening
For it is harder to take away than give
An identity of superiority
Is attacking ht everyday man
For Christmas is for the people
To be with each other and share love
A gift from above
So now that I stand firm in Merry Christmas
The spirit will never diminish in the face
Of selfish pigs
Who want every last bit
Of Merry Christmas
A thousand goodbyes in a lifetime
From start to finish
With conversations concluded
And into the evening winds
A thousand goodbyes goes by
Quicker than a life can be lived
But when there is no more goodbyes
The heart longs for the one
A father
A man who inspired my own life of living
To him a great restlessness will be given
From my sleepless hours
To say goodbye to
So know that with every goodbye
A piece of my heart will lie
In rest with those lingering words
From my lips and into infinity
Where someday
We will meet again
Goodbye
The hollow room runs on thoughts alone
Not in the physical sense
Of being
Rather an implied sense of understanding
To be left with nothing but some basic
Needs
The phone describes the feelings
As falling to your knees
To be a part of the culture as it demands
Taken from you heart and pulled through
Your hands
The hollow room remains quiet and
Waiting for you
Whittle down the moments
To the ones that matter most
Take part in the life
That free your ghost
Of past and present
Embrace that from which you came
Into the world
And see the room ahead
With eyes a new
Blaze with hope
For a new you
I see a future
Not as bright as the past
As the water flows to the grave
Of my father
To know what a future without the man
Who made me who I am
Uncertain are the hopes
But as the rain washes over the place
Of eternal rest
I have the memories I cherish most
To be an anchor post in this life
I have love of the man who
Helped build me from the ground up
I hold this hope
And will never give up
Off to the waters
From the waves
Lapping on the side of the wooden boat
Brought over the water
Floating into the day
I hear the water and see
The sailing stripes
I have a hope when I see the open sea
To be aware of the moments of life
That help lift the mind
Out of the difficult deep blues of the ocean
The ship reminds me of life
Completely
The rain stays
After the falling drops
Bring about the memories
Of my beloved pops
Those who go before
Can see from the sky above
As the rain falls down on the ones
They love
These days bring out the rain
Tears and strain
Of loss and growth
That has to overcome the mourning
To take boldly a new morning
I love the days when the rain falls
I feel the water pulls me closer
To the ones who are gone
Who lay in the ground
And wait for the rain sound
Guitar melody upon the hidden room
Where the music lives
And comes into full bloom
Not too soon from the time
In reservation
Consternation over the progression
Chords blossomed out
Cars at the intersection
Melodic and sweet
Upon the ears arrived
The guitar rests easy
Waiting for the player to
Take the time
To write down the next song
Of humble thin whistle
Upon the winds of change
And into the human range
The deal room where the deals are made
Today
But the turn of the moment
How to see these places
Where the world comes to a halt
Undone by the moments
Unknown by the many
Who go where the words live
The deal room is the place where
Hands are met with hands to make
Plans for the future in which we have a little role
The deal room is lit dim
Where only few can go