A special day
With special meaning
From the New York State
To the lands of Indiana
Hold on while the meanings grow
Strange traditions create
Bittersweet and new
The morning is light
The days filled with love
Christmas Morning
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Monthly Archives: December 2017
Held Hands
Hold hands my love
In these times of struggle
In the moments that end
With staggering pace
Hold hands
Fear not what lies ahead
Form a new world around us
What we choose will be us
Hold hands in these times
Hold hands
And hold tight
Mourning Morning
We will mourn the past
When we see our future
I have no idea what lies
Beyond the bend
But from the lines I read
All over the net
There is a distinctive message being sent
Beware of the future
It seems
Beware
Thanks for Saturday
Thanks for Saturday
A refreshing idea
Thanks for Saturday
Slow yet productive
Saturdays the world ebbs
Easy until a new week arrives
It’s been a good day
This Saturday
Times
Times strange and confusing
Greedy hands held
Clasped clapping amusing
How these fickle words
Find deaf ears
While the years
Go on and on
We have to push through
With our songs
Not Alone
If we wait
We lose
Entrusted
Then cut loose
Held back
From some odd holiday
Blues
Be free
Be back
When the time is taught
With no slack
Be free
Be home
You and me
Not alone
When Form Fails Function
what is left
when the form
has killed the function
creativity gone
in it’s distant form
rusted burned and abandoned
when the snow falls
on burning embers
when form kills function
what are we left with
but a hollow
reminder
of what we were
Let On the Lights
The thrill of the kiss
Letting go of the forgetful
And we will connect and go
Holding up
Of with a no
Let on the lights and prepared the sound
It’s time to take the stage
Go
Into the depths of sound
Relax
When you create
Without boundaries
This is how it begins
With original sin
Starting late and moving slow
Relax and let go
Fearless Grieving
Grieve in the moments silent
Fearless in pursuit
Of new signs of life
Grieving gives way
In time to hope
I hope
Pursue a future
Feeling new
From fearless grieving
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