A courageous rose
Comes through the pavement
Despite the rain and snow
That has been there before
Now a place of beauty
Where none other goes
In a time of sullen thought
I think to this rose
How it rose up
In a time
In a place
It’s moment in space
To be there
Alive and well
When the others have all gone
Away
Handsome
In a quirky way
I hope to have been
One day
But maybe today
Or tomorrow
I guess I will
Never
Know
In a time of rejection
No status quo
In a world silent
As we go
A sense of humor
To keep up the spirits
Is lifting me up
When all has gone down
Side fish
In the freezer
Waiting for its moment
Until the land is clear
Then
Will come the day
For a fish dinner
And the fish
Will be no more
Can I please have an Oreo
Is the basic question
Asked
With permission
Or without
There will be
An oreo eaten
I am madly trashy
Trashed
And ready for a renewal
But now sure how to
Pursue it
My own wild
Fantasy
But for now
I am just
Madly trashy
What is unbiased anymore
The word pouring out
Seem to go over more
And more
In a certain
Direction
Than the truth
A clear moon night
Feeling half-destroyed
Half alright
What I knew
A month ago
I can little understand
Today
How the moon’s cycle
Simply washed
Everything away
Where is the old chessboard
The one we used to play
When nights were simple
And troubles seemed so
Far away
Where are the pieces
That we used
When the life around us
Was not so
Enclosed
The moves we made
Late in the night
When we could look outside
And know that tomorrow
Would be alright
I miss that board
And those games
I have a feeling
They will never quite
Feel the same
The great hall
Calls for more creation
Upon our hopes
Our stagnation
We create a life worth
Living
In the halls around
Us
A Cup of Songwriting 