The lonely ones
Start early
And end late
They find a path
Constructed
From paper machete
From the grounds of
Sacred hollow
The lonely ones
Have a tough
Pill to swallow
The lonely ones
Changing our world
In silence
Love the present
Love the now
Love each other
Love somehow
The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
Sweet Sunday’s
Holding on
To the love
Of the ground
And the sky above
Sweet Sunday
Before Monday
Let’s hold a new light
Into the week
One more time
Second try
Perfect rhyme
Hold on to perfection
Or just let your instincts
Be your best regression
Hold on
Or
Let go
Time to flow
And see what the subconscious knows
Don’t look down
Let go
Be bold
Favor the future
And face the truth
Today
Was it worth leaving
As I watched the washing machine
Spin
Spin
It was only 25 minutes
A brisk walk at best
Then have to head right back
Nah
I’ll just stay
It’s only 5 degrees
Too cold for a walk
Spin
Which cycle now
Water sloshes from side to side
I’m glad I chose to rest
I’ve been pretty tired
Busy day at the laundromat
Sunday morning
I think it almost done
It would have had to have been a quick walk
But I am glad I stayed
Water and bridge
Opportunity overpass
Go through
Make a new way
Where there was none
Look forward not back
As the water lashes
The beams
Of new opportunities
Water and bridges
Meeting where
The new you
Begins
Escape the fray
Sprawling traffic
On sun baked streets
Of LA
Oceanside
With loaded garbage pales
On my mind
Outside the loop
Unsaid training stations
Headed west for
Western libations
Return enter
To the western end
Sip of coffee
LA blend
On the ocean beauty
Return to the feeling
Soothing
Turn down
Where we used to roam
Put down your hands
And hang up the phone
These streets
We used to call our own
But many days have passed
And now it seems distant
Irrelevant
The places we used to go
Filled up with words
Unknown
