Fast impact
With little for sustain
Sustenance or compounded frame
How can we be so quick
To change
Change judgement
Words
Rearrange meanings and then
Come back to the same
What is it that can revolve
A door then disappear in moments
How can this happen overnight
Into the bright light
No one has it right
No one has it right
Creativity
Thrives
Even in dark times
When uncertainty
With purpose
Creativity can give us new hopes
New songs
With full verse
Creativity lives strong
Feel the lines of creative thought
When all else seems wrong
In a free world
Not all is perfect
In times of struggle
Waiting
Resolution
Hating
We are all not without our
Flaws
Broken bones
And wrapped up jaws
I realize my imperfections have weight
Putting on me a certain strain
But better to make progress than to stall
To stand tall
And push through
Imperfections
And all
Shut off the light
Turn down the music
Grab a glass of tea
Time to loosen
Off we go
Rest and do it again
Everyday comes early
And everyday ends
Don’t be bewildered by words
Harmonies written in thirds
Set your sights on goals to be achieved
Look not for the setting sun
In the east
Fearful souls will not set other free
While being held in silent captivity
If there is hope in the future
Then we must learn from the past
Return not to ancestry for fear
Don’t obey the written rules
When truth must be verified and renewed
March in the light
And hope for the future
To bring about change
Just a little bit sooner
Bring the full court press
Winds blowing through the midwest
Seems we are all now put to the test
False claims
Accusations
Flying past the birds in the sky
Set flight through pure emotions
Let the truth be the only light
Set us free
From the lurking ambiguity
That shackles us to judgement and ignorance
The truth will come out
Come clean
It’s a voice
Heard but not seen
We will soon be free
A flaky transport
This is our real life
Not some novelty sport
Skip the hate
We all are short of time
Short in time
Shot of time
Fuel the infected pin
Before it’s pulled out
This untamed hatred
Fuels a special hate
With an entry ban
On the people who’s historical plans
Have made this great land
There once was a boy named Joel
Who while running
Got stuck in a hole
He tried to leap
But got run over by a Jeep
And that is the poem
Of Joel
Lame accusations
All across the barren nation
Divided bittersweet segmentation
Flaky
Disturbing
The trust I feel eroding
While the claimed is exploding
Without knowing
The unending revolver of dislodged theories
A cent for hate
While the talking heads are irrate
It’s getting late in here
Sleep and take it away
The holder of all notes beloved
Loving food listed in parchment
Protected
From the outer world
Spill your drink
The paper does not curl
Break or beseech
Read the menu in plastic protection
Light subtle reflection
From the menu items pulled
Open your mouth and fill
Food full
A Cup of Songwriting 