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
Sweet Sunday
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Category Archives: Music
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
Don’t Look Down
Don’t look down
Let go
Be bold
Favor the future
And face the truth
Today
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
Water and Bridge
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
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
Where We Are
When the joker becomes the king
And the king the joker
The chef the librarian
The musician the chef
The lawyer the doctor
Doctor the salesman
What is going on
Who knows anything
Is there anything left
What is going wrong
What is going on
This is where we are
The Regular
Our regular
Monday through Friday
Everyday
Every conversation
All the way
From Indiana
To San Jose
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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