Grey scale days
Faded into a misty
Afternoon
Full of reserved blue
As the days files through
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Monthly Archives: December 2019
Tile Night
Tile late on the night
Into the morning hours
Lake Michigan’s hue
On the evening
When the pastels turn
Deep blue
Tile nights see me through
Royal Chef
Attention to detail
With both care
For the robust and pale
The sacred blend
Pulls the perfect mend
Of mint and coriander
Spice and meaty
The real taste
To run
And not meander
Press Through
Press through
When the end feels more
Eminent than the future
When the light seems to be
Fading out
That is the point of relinquish
But don’t let it
Keep on
Back to Chicago
Back to the city
Where it all began
When I was a child
The first skyline
That my eyes took in
Formidable Lake Michigan
The lake that feeds us
But almost took my life
Back to Chicago
We go
Ample Ideas
With ample ideas
Comes strain
Of mind
Of brain
Left on a one way rail
Train
No idea wins
When we all lose
So ample ideas
Will never do
Express Religion
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving Graces
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen
Up Town
On the town
Their is a place
To go
When the world grows
Weary in your eyes
When the sun rises
Feelings anew
Coffee in New York City
Is the best place to remember
That life is a continuum
Of the new and old
When the world looks back
To say thanks
For all you have grown
Sick Shoes
Sick shoes
Nothing new
On the road
Out of fuel
Hold on tight
As the fever passes through
A Cup of Songwriting 