Life does not occur in a vacuum
We deliberate
We discuss
Evaluate
Concentrate
On what we can fix
What we can not
Holding hope
While tying the knot
We know not the direction the wind blows
But hold on to hope
Try to let it grow
In a real world
That we all know
Run and duck
We may be stuck
Diplomatic wheels turning
Engine burning
We run low on gas
Late on details
It seems if the cart shakes
More
We will be off the rails
So we shimmy on
On and on
We
Plug along
A rainy night in LA
Water sliding down the window pane
The cars echoes like coins in a chamber
Airplanes fill the sky
On a late night in downtown LA
The seeds of truth
Lie amongst the fields of lies
Not that we can not discover
But we must earnestly try
While a towering bell lingers
Subtle in the distance
Keeping time on us watching for
Ever instance
In sweet imperfect harmony
With the world that toils around
What we have lost
We have yet to be found
But in time truth will grow
To tower well above the rotten fields
To bring life again to the weaklings
My hope lies in such trees that grow
Along the roads we travel
The roads we have forged
Trees will rise up
Giving us protection from the lies
Whole intentions
Viewer retention
I have lost my connection
To popular direction
So I sit with pen in hand
Coffee at side
Seems this detour was more than
A simple joy ride
Roses and palm trees
Laced with every temptation
How could we resist
A simple will of gratification
Stand and sit
Sleep and rest
So it again
Resilience is our test
The intrusion of delusion
Sets itself apart
By itself
Is quite a confusion
Look over here while I adjust this light
Walk a little more to the right
While I grab this pen
Magical intent
Disturbing ends
These games know no boundaries
Have gained such evil intent
An interpretation of truth
Easily becomes the golden standard
Not quite sure where our judgment lies
So we must see with our own eyes
Judge with our own minds
The age of spoon fed politics
Is a bygone time
Coffee in Venice
On the streets of LA
Caffeine buzz on the way
Open skies from open industrial canyons
Wall brushed with soft crayons
A mix of intellectual and visual
Harmonies
In lines of different tones and colors
Every world represented here
Music bass traps through the hall
While baristas subtlety call
The next customer
Transaction
To your complete
Satisfaction
Could we have known
That cobwebs would stretch
Over our path
Blocking our view
This is where we are at now
And no one knew
Boom
Clack
Psssssssttttt
Smack
Click
Ding
Espresso
Doom…clack…doom…clack…
The music burns the air
Down the conveyor
Dancing swirling
White shoes on concrete floors
Exposed raw steel constrains the space
Wood beams pop out
The swell on conversations mellow out
With every drink served
Waking up a city
While The OK king is sitting on the curb
Hope gives me hope
Energy gives me clarity
So I hope I can be clear
In hope and in energy
A Cup of Songwriting 