The blanket fell
Down on my world today
For the eye of white
Set looking
At the ground
Now breaking with specks
Of snow
In a hurry the wind blows
Over the water and sand
Ground to me
And my eyes fill with
The water
That makes the same
Snow
My blue home
On the shores
Of the lakes
From which I am
Born
The water calls me
Even when I am weary
To try and understand
The ripples of waves
That crest
At the midnight hour
Over and over
My blue home
Through
I’d rather be
A million
Things
That I can’t
Than one that I am
It’s the human tragedy
Within
The heart and soul
To long for
Ideas
And getting old
So rather
Than I’d rather
Today I state
I am
Stay close to the work
That the hands labor
And the head thinks
Too
Stay clear
But not overly hopeful
And that will due
Good
In time
To stay committed
Whether it’s
Rain or
Shine
Thankfully there
Is another day
To celebrate
To grow
To demonstrate
The idea that
Life is a process
Worth taking
And developing
Every step of the way
The melodic pen
Pushed through the pages
Of a life lived
Through a pin point
Directions
Of hope
And left over pizza
This pen pushed itself
When days teeter
Into the end
I am kneeling
In a distant mind
Dirty old fowls
Blowing through
My brain
Until the ides
Of tomorrow
Coming rolling in
Like morning fog
So I hold these final thoughts
On a moment
Kneeling
My mind
Chicken fangs
The real thing
Or the disdain
Of reality and truth
What is the difference
What is uncouth
How is the past
Is the future here now
The chicken fangs are
Out
All around
In a New Year
In a new time
To make anew
A world
Around us
All around
We will try
Everyday to set sail
To a better world
Out there
A banquet
To start the year
Is what I hear
Is needed
To remedy
A lost soul
Or lost hope
Like mine
A Cup of Songwriting 