Sweet Sunday

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

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What the Subconscious​ Knows

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

The Laundromat – 5 Below

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

Return Enter

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

Words Unknown

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

 

 

Why Do This

What sense is it all to keep going

When the darkest seems to lie ahead

No way to get ahead

When my best just comes up short

When words fall in the wrong order

Or when I have no order at all

Why keep pushing on

Why keep writing

It helps deal with the overbearing burden

Of my own expectation

My own internal complications

Not for you

Not for pleasure

At most times just for my own good measure

So when I lay down

I can out gain my own expectations

That is the one hope I have

And giving up has no place in my heart

Life is short

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