Momentary pause
The unwritten clause
Shutting the night down
Down
All
Around
The house smells like I remember
As a kid growing up
Holding moments in my head
Holding these moments
Until we all wept
The moments we spent in the house
Going away for a while
What we will have lost
We will have found
Worn out contignecies
World of innefficiencies
My own deliquencies to these matters
How we grow
How do we know
That the world keeps going
Keeps going
While I am still trying
Still rowing
When words run thin
Looking for inspiration
From the trees barren
Or the frozen wind
String words in seems
Fall like streams
Onto paper full
Fill up the pages
Start with the freshest inspiration
It blooms across this nation
A word a month long
A day and a word
Flight of the progess bird
Making our way in the world
You and I
Making our way in the world
You and I
Don’t blame before you prepare
Don’t cast shadows
In hopes of despair
Why ask for forgiveness
When you have committed the crime
Why accuse others
When you do it all the time
The game is played
Fair and square
Now it’s your turn to sit in the chair
Hope can set you free
From the burdens of
Insanity
Running around
Hoping we can jump
1 inch further
From the ground
Hope and burden
Life and love
It’s all up to us
Read my lips
It never happened
Poetry in motion
While bureaucrats are clappin
Watch my lips
While my hands are in action
Hope it never happened
What happened
What news
Its all so confusing
Shut it off
The world is not quite
So amusing
More fighting
Is it really needed
We are all tired
When we heard the call
And headed
Now more brutality
I thought we were headed
To civility
Goodness dear friends
What happened to us politically
Socially
When is the contest over
And the collaboration begin
When can we have forgiveness
For all of our vulgar sins
Not today I guess
As all hopes of civility
Renewed and put to the test
I’m tired of lies
Tired of “powerful voices”
People who dream
To have it all
And take it to the grave
And forget the rest of us
This is a test of us
To pull back the reigns
From the crazy trains
Running for the straits
My cold bones
On the road
Rickety old car
Rickety old holes
Had we known
A year ago
How much we have grown
We must keep goin
We must keep goin
A Cup of Songwriting 