It’s that determined feeling
The sweet ambition
The fantastic touch
The plausible idea
Warm to talk to
Improving the rush
To the fingers
Head
Arms
The rush of the moment
What a Rush
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Monthly Archives: October 2016
The Borrowed Riff
PHOTO CREDIT: EVAN PERIGO
In a nebulous state of mind
The concluding chord rung out
Wrung out
Fascinated by the quick sequel of progression
How one planned moment
Moves to the next
A grape plucked from the tree
Quickly becomes a past tense
Cattle that pine for the open fields
Excellent presentation
Not quite overstated
But rather I am fascinated
That now a moment planned now is
More present a moment unknown
A hat floating off the cliff
Taken in
The borrowed riff
The Rally Cry of the Tired
The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
All I Have
For all I have
And all I don’t
I guess I will never know
Yawn of the Wise
The yawn of the wise
Can drop over the heads of my contemporaries
Of me
I work out of the hole I have created
Aspiration dedication
But rabid talk has no consequence
No sequence
No following
But I am telling you of this situation
Not as a rebuttal
But as a jobless touch
For my own nature
Contemplating my own future
What will happen
Uncertain
But this is all certainly true
Don’t Hesitate
If not now then when
No satisfaction
Hesitation
For the distant frustration
We had to move now
Quickly and in motion
Utter madness around us
In the midst of our lives
Greatest commotion
I am glad that we acted with honor
We did what we said we would do
Moving out into the world
To rely on each other
We learned what we are made of
The tough stuff
The thick and thin ruff
We pushed through
And when the lights hit the stage
There will be just 2 standing
me and you
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