A sailor at sea
Searching for something
He wishes he could be
Hoping
Learning
Rowing
And growing
Set at sea
With water
From horizon to sky
With a golden gleam in
His eye
Golden Gleam
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Monthly Archives: April 2018
LA Skylights
White lines
On open skylights
Shadows thin
In an LA day
Off the strip
But not too far
Away
Quiver to Succeed
Quiver to succeed
But never give up
Holding up the reigns
Filling up the cup
Reflections on Hands
Reflections
On time passed
Opportunities
Taken
Friendships that last
The future holds what I do not know
Or understand
So I appreciate today
I appreciate the land
Where I end up
Is out of my hands
High Spirits
The sky
The stars
What holds
Us up
Is our bones
Our spirits
Stand as high
As the mountains
In the sky
You and I
Hum of the Pig
The hum of the pig
Flying down the highway
On a rainy Tuesday
Headed out of town
An illegal badge
Hungover road
As we set our hearts anew
Hold News
The news holds
True
When the words
Fall short
In the times
We love to
If we try we may
If we fly
We never know
What happens
To us
Now
And then
Great Days
Can there be greatness
Ahead
When it seems
That the old theories
Of relativity
Can no longer be read
The days we must learn
From our mistakes
Straight on
Sail
With full intention set
That good days
Lay ahead
Ratty
Ratty and marked
These measures are
Progress can be eyed
In the beholder
Of none
Holding up hope
While being torn down
By one
A steam engine rallies
While the iron industry looms
Lake nights
In the second room
Pattern Convulsion
Pattern convulsion
On the seat of my pants
Holding on tight
With the palm of my hands
If I had a wish
I would wish away
All the troubles of the world
Today
Pattern convulsion
Up in the sky
The clouds scattered
Like a bursting star
At midnight
Pattern and prose
All I know
These words
Take me where
I want to go
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