I can see the change
Ebb on the horizon
Life is so new
Fresh changes
Hit the breaks dear
Of you feel unsafe
If your afraid
Hold on to what you know
And move on
Let go
Hit the Breaks Dear
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Monthly Archives: November 2017
Show Up
Give the show
Your best
Even at your lowest moment
Independent of the rest
Know that in those times
Is when you learn to thrive
Giving every moment to the end
Show up
And do it again
Molasses Moment
Be free
Let go
Into eternity
One molasses
Moment
Moving slowly over me
Seeing how the future will be
Let go
Be free
Into the depths
Of eternity
Return Enter
Escape the fray
Sprawling traffic
On sun baked streets
Of LA
Oceanside
With loaded garbage pales
On my mind
Outside the loop
Unsaid training stations
Headed west for
Western libations
Return enter
To the western end
Sip of coffee
LA blend
On the ocean beauty
Return to the feeling
Soothing
Back West
Back west
I can feel the dry air
Dry throat
Coated with sand
Sun
Back west
Feels like a place
I should come from
Hourglass Test
Would you care to explain
Why the wind blows
Why the clouds rain
In times of trouble
In times of success
Sometimes the simplest of words
Helps to explain it the best
The world will dredge on
Day after day
Enjoy the moments
Take one to play
I can’t explain
What I don’t understand
Why even bother
When life falls through
Like the hourglass full of sand
Wait or Go
Wait or go
The simple questions
We must know
In moments and in time
We either run away
Or hold our line
Wait or go seems to ask me
What do you want to be
Hold on into eternity
Wait or go
Go
Overwrought
Before the shows start
When the wind is in lungs
Breathing
Letting go
How the world knows
Taught me
To let go
Be free in moments
Free in thought
Freedom from dampening
Overwrought
Oh Los Angeles
Tick
Tock
Tick Tock
The helicopter chops
The lazy air in the sky
In pursuit of some woman
Or guy
The traffic slugs on a different path
While some thief is running fast
Los Angeles on a random Saturday
This is Los Angeles any day
Today
The sun burned sky
Falls to a dark night
Taking us again
On the Los Angeles ride
Oh New York
Oh New York the prettiest of
American Ground
Oh New York
With your concrete barriers
Bustle sound
Sweet rainy nights
Looking over the Queensboro Bridge
Oh New York
I long for the days
For once I lived
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