The HQ
A place to define
The limitations
Of what can be
And what could be
Done
And undone
With exhaustion
To the wind
Of narratives
Grave
In the HQ the words
Land
Headquarters
Reply
Category Archives: Coffee Talk
Quizzical Delirium
The laugh came
But held
In the tongue
Bit from the words
Of comedy
Flung on the moment
The delirium
At question was no longer
At bay
And the laughter came
Running
Away
Flawless
The flawless morning
Of subtle hues
Of pink and yellow
Bring on the day
Upon which
A foundation
Of light is laid
To start with the hopes
Of something
New
The Snow
A storm
Of proportions
Unknown
So hold your hands
Tight
Don’t look outside
And take heed
To the warnings
Of the night
Lost Connections
In time
Life will die
But in the passing
Of seconds
We lose
Our recollection
Of the beautful
Connections
Made along the way
I hope to remember these hopes
As I grow old
Table Thoughts
Nothing more
Or less
Than the idles
Of the hands
At the table
Waiting for direction
For the hopes of
A decision
Will come in time
But only then
Will the path become clear
The Trot
Wake up the day
So we can say
We tried to make
A better
Way
In the moment
Of hope
We must grow
For the next time
We see each other
We will be filled with
Hope
Fool
If I was a fool
Then there would be no hope
To change the future
So why try
But I am not a fool
I am firm in belief
That a better world
Exists
Out there
Item
It was all a blur
The hopes we had
Were absurd
But that didn’t stop
Us from seeing the item
Of our dreams
In between
Everything
Swallows
They flew up and back
To the chimney that bore them
In the evening
Night sprang up
All around us
In that moment
We felt the summer on
Our necks
As we embraced a season
Of new
A Cup of Songwriting 