What keeps us going
What move us
If not positive
The negative motion
Mother of fear
We React
Instead of proact
The horror fuel pumps
The blood in our veins
But hope for light
Can do the same
What keeps us going
What move us
If not positive
The negative motion
Mother of fear
We React
Instead of proact
The horror fuel pumps
The blood in our veins
But hope for light
Can do the same
Kids and a grand daughter
In the greatest of way
We talk
We laugh
Ain’t that the truth
I reply
As we slide through the history
We make friends
In these moments
All through life
Refund the reception
On a rainy day
Let the money go back
To the ones to play
In moments we hold
Uncounted bars told
When the people leave the room
The reception
Will end soon
Mundane minister
With nice pulpit
But nothing to say
Puppet
For no one
Nothing
No how
Preaching with no purpose
Small master
Of few things
What more do you need
In spite of feelings
Growing up into a great
Embrace
Letting up
Loosing face
Hold the buffet until the
Line is down
Small master
All around
Love me today
In a moment of disgrace
Weakness
And fear
Love my soul
Love me as we grow old
Weakness and health
Poverty or wealth
Just love me
Certain meanings
Tucked in certain places
Certain feelings
Away in foolishness sameness
Salisbury steak on a Tuesday
Makes for a weird wire of digestion
As Wednesday approaches
Regret in tempting the only remnants
Of a Salisbury steak
Ruby fields
When the sun sets deep
In the western skies
Near the art of water
In summertime
Longing grains of wheat
Holding hands to the sky
Dancing
In the evening moonlight
Yellow eyes
As the sun sets over the mountains
Before the pink of evening
And past the day
There is a place
Where the yellow burns
Bright in an evening way
Over the fields of Nebraska
And short of the western edge
There is a silken sound
Whisked away
In the evening air
In the eve of today
Not to participate
Or interact
A swell observer
Stats in tact
As well as perserving
The words
Used to
Destroy
Or denounce
A swell observer
A swell amount