Grip of Power

Display the power

Training our eyes

Not to wonder

Bearing down

Fists of thunder

Hold our breathe

Let go

The ones who have the power

Will soon let us know

That when their rains come

They will be a shows

Of the terrible grips of power

Goals and Intimidation

Goals set up

What can either be achieved

Or grieved

Held on to and flourish

Or fallen to the side

And malnourished

Objectivity

Subject to change

Some day’s life goals

Seem strange

Tend and sift

So in time dreams grow

Hoping they take us all

Where we want to go

The Lake Lays

The lake lays

Awake

While we sleep

Lapping waves

On the shores

Of the Indiana shores

With dunes and beaches

Summer will evaporate 

While the lake lies

Awaits a new summer

In a deep winter freeze 

Granite Stones

Cold 

Underlining counters

With reflective site

Elbow cold

Down by my side

Granite stones

In suburban homes

This life we live

The truths we own

Lays on top

Of these granite stones 

Aches and Pains

Aches and pains

Strange held hands

In a cold rain

Under red skies

Under falling leaves

In a lake 

Not a sea

The aches and pains

Cities and lanes

Riding in the cars 

Remain the same