It must not be too often
But it happens
Now and then
When the lightning strikes
In the desert land
Crack like a crash
Upon the Hollywood Hills
The lightning struck
As it wills
It must not be too often
But it happens
Now and then
When the lightning strikes
In the desert land
Crack like a crash
Upon the Hollywood Hills
The lightning struck
As it wills
Feel free to wait
For perfection
Or whatever your pursuit
Hope for the best
And trying to see it through
Some will laugh
At attempts made
But at least we are trying
Up here
Rather than sleeping in
The shade
Wake up to myself
Is sometimes the hardest part
Of learning to grow
Accept the quirks
Strange ticks
In life
In voice
But fear can not be
A driver of hope
Love not a driver of
Fear
So learning to let go
To accept fear as a part
Not as a whole
And move on
And hope for the best
I can be
Tide mornings
Through window panes
Grass bending
From the breeze
A fresh-water start
As it could be the sea
What mornings teach me
I always seem to learn
That in a deep breathe in
A good day must be earned
Somehow sitting in a bar
In downtown Chicago
I lost a marker
Some reference point
Of my past
And possible future
As I sat alone
Hearing only faint drips
Of conversations around
I realized that moving about
Solo
Can be a strange event
Quiet event
Reflections
I realized some of my fears
The recurring ones
Are only created not intended
But must be understood
A marker is lost as we grow older
As new ones are set
But I still try to understand
The ones passing just like the rest
Tired bones
Let go of me
Hold me up and
Let me see
Growing up
Seeing over the fence
Hence
We know a world
Of letting go
Here we go
Back on the road
I try
And may never achieve
What I set out to do
I just have to believe
Hope and give more
Than I thought ever needed
But if we make it through
From the plants we harvest
We once seeded
Settling in
Letting go
Growing up
Getting old
In spare of energy
And desire
We just hope to make it
One inch higher
Heads up
In these times
Love will find
A way through
If we keep it alive
In our mind
Gentle fires
Dim lit lights
Fellow friends
On summers nights
Here we lay
As lovers do
Saying words
Lovers croon
Hold me close
Love me still
Gentle fires
Is my hearts desire