Roll out the curtains
Fire up the engines
The moments among us
The friendships
Love and being
In the moment together
On a Wednesday
Brisk morning
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Monthly Archives: February 2018
Bombay Cafe
In the heart of London
Where the isles are winding
To the heart of the city
We dine
One Monet moment
At a time
Wooden counters
With airy old jazz numbers
Fumbling along
With a reserved evening
In the heart of London
London Streets
As a small fall
Of winter snow
Late in the year
A Spring
Of late arrival
Makes a day slowly
Move into the morning light
Of the London Streets
Sleepy
But there
On a Monday morning
The Streak is Over
The streak is over
The end
Happens to be
Exactly where we began
On the same path
The same journey
Eternally
Circled
Endlessly
What Awaits
What awaits the tide
When the sea falls out
What will be left
We will find now
As the water recedes
Back
Into the sea
Focus on An End
Where to start
And where to end
What is the beginning
And where is there no more
The only way to know
Is to go
Where not many
Have gone before
Start over
And again
Where you will be lead to
Just don’t focus on the end
Fee
A fee from the heart
Checks out in the brain
Down the nerves
All the same
Fee-free entitled
While we feel fairly
As our hands direct
Our bodies
A new fee originates
The Disinformation Factory
Crank out the lies
Deceive with letters
Falling from the sky
Changing the tides
Of a sleeping giant
Until we awake
To a new narrative
At play
Indicted
Formal accuse
Or charge of
A serious crime
Someone did the wrong thing
Someone is going to do
Time
Bring it Back
Bring back the old guitars
Out of the corner
Back to the main stage
No DJ can play out
What a guitar has to say
Music brings the words
That are needed these
Days
A Cup of Songwriting 