What would it take
To have complete equality
Of idea and thought
Is it something
That mankind can achieve
I hope with resitance
I believe with hesitation
But I see what happens around me
And I fall back to frustrated
Resignation
The headlines read
From the backseat
A unsettling message
Sent through the ranks
Of the entire
Nation
Awaiting the turning
Of heads
In a different direction
For tonight is all we have
If we lose that
We have nothing
But vacancy
And ashes
On the backseat
Seditious
Attempts
At reason
With no concern
For humanity
Or partiality
Rather for just
One’s self
That is the focus of
Just the current
Status
Of
Us
A light does not exist
When the vacancy
Has been shut out
When the moment at hand
Can’t seem to be
What we can understand
So the hopes of
A brighter
Tomorrow
Become the hinderance
Of a worrisome
Today
A cup of coffee
Starts the day
With what these words can say
In a mess of a world
I look for the right words
To do right
Upon the land around us
For it is up to us
To resolve
The mess
That we make
All around
Wrapping it’s light
And sound
In the ears of those
Who can hear
The words that were said
A word that has an expanse
Such as that can really last
The Mothership
Has arrived
Comes with the New Year
A giddy attempt
At risk
Or something near there
Taking on more than
Should be taken
And handing it down
To those below
And around
A giddy risk is the simple
Start
To a complicated year
My concern
Starts with a notion
Of awareness
That withers
Away into nothing
Of significance
And that is where my
Concerns lie
Write a word
Of prose
Of poetry
Of anything
Just put the hand
To paper
And go
Unintended
Yet reliably
Irritable
The conjuction
Of weird
And desireable
Is a fantasty
That we tell ourselves
To calm the fears
Of what is to come
Yet somehow
The unintended is what
Actually plays
Out
A Cup of Songwriting 