An evening indeed
Etched forever in my memories it seems
Lasting through life’s journeys
On the eve I turned 30
Turn 30
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Faded Notification
Waiting on the subwayForest green weathered station
Red bulbs blast from inside tunnels
Jet black
Yet I await with backpack
Heavy but no overpowering
Gray faded station notification
Then screeching braking happening
Other line awaiting
And off it goes
Spending an afternoon in New York City
Up rolls the next G train
I waited but didn’t have to strain
For its arrival
Which is unusual
But off I go
Examine Every Nerve
I examine every nerve I have
Looking for the damage caused
A defective course of action
Creating inaction
The bustling buzz of cars
Underneath my feet
Standing on bridges above the city
Elite
My back arches as I inhale the wind
I am the chief of my soul
In complete control
My feet brace for a jump
As my legs can barely release up
The colorful whirl of lights
And distant boats
East river floats
I launch out into the night
Embark Blindly
29
The final hours down
I can’t say I regret much
Although loosing
Loved ones was rough
A full decade to reflect
Looking back at life’s intersect
Even as I fine tooth comb inspect
I am happy
Moving forward and not leaning back
Bursting at the seems
With high impact
I embark upon 30
30
It takes a moment to set in
Realize the final ringing of the bell
Not an ending
But a closing
Reaching back at this point
Has no meaning
Worthless in my attempts
My vain grabs at last seconds commence
As ten years of live conclude
I had counted down the months
Since I knew
27 turned 28
No big deal
28 turned 29
No 30 was in sight
And tonight
Tonight it sits quite real
Real indeed
It came so quick on my
With high velocity speed
So I reject with no anger or remorse
I will let time do it’s just course
Submit to the seconds that will bring about change
In my mind, body, and soul
I will celebrate my own growing old
But as these last moments unfold
I hope that I can do better in the next ten
No regrets
But not letting up
Seeing the next decade to the end
Age brings about wisdom
Which in turn sets me free
As I embark blindly
Upon the journey
Of turning 30
Sea Change
Tomorrow is a fine day
Tonight might fine too
A decade of life seen
All the way through
But a change is coming
Way out at sea
As I prepare for turning
30
Light of the Wren – Chase the Sun
Profuse and too many to count
The Austin suns beams
Bending over hills
Setting over the Western runs
The sun
Like a wren
Of the new world
Singing its praises
As the daylights time
Comes due
The city’s unique song
Lingers in my ears
Joy to my heart
Warmth to my limbs
We come limping in at 3 AM
From a wrathful road of flurries
To a fresh morning
As crisp as gently plucked berries
Scandalous in the evening sun
Slipping a cloth lightly over the door
As we embark on the city
Once more
As we disengage the night and snore
We then wake again
When the closing time comes
We set out and chase the sun
Bereft
Quicksand to the unknown
We have given every breathe
To the unseen
The life in song
Unchained
We are as actors on the grand stage
With a broken vase at the center
Can we create our own pleasure
Despite the fallen feather
That looms ominous on the stage
We walk around the vase
Correcting it’s flaws
Its broken jowls
Reminding us of its previous nature
The mark of a life lived
Broken as it gives
This thing
This previous embodiment of life
Broken shattered and left
Life has been bereft
We look up at each other
And realize
In each others eyes
Anything is possible
The lights dim
We walk off the stage
Scintillating and Wide – Clear Moon Weather
Scintillating and wide
Open to the sky
The black above was almost
Tangible
If I could only transport my hand
From this land
To way above
I would crack the ceiling of the sky
Like a cracker under foot
Fearless attempts to reach higher
Moves of inspiration
Rather than that of a scary nature
To move the minds of my own wife
From the toxic smelly life on the road
To the clean connections of being or having
A home
I do not disparage any connections
We have or will create
We must learn to rely on our instincts
The sky above flickers and winks
From the spotty reflection in the water
To the highest star burning brighter
Sky connecting us together
Under the clear moon weather
Wiley Uncertain Progress
We were safe for a couple days
Laid up down south
And feeling strange
Unusual rather than usual
Not pampered but
Taken care of
As a musician this is luxury
Unknown
Until this moment
We behold
My wife and I relish in
Wiley uncertain progress
But today we hold each other close
Knowing we have a certain relaxation
Safe in moments exhalations
We cherish the wild open future
And relish the present
Ashes to the Sky
I pulled the fangs from a giant
The childlike motions made
It was alright
The industry didn’t need
Poltergeist
The planes of purpose
Sailed over the profits of daily routine
People’s new hopes
Become less of the ideal and more of the reality
The tenuous run up
Run down
The industry itself was turned upside down
We grab what we can
Our purpose hangs in the rafters
We present ourselves in a different light
Hoping to created from every side
As one industry sinks
Another arises
From the ashes to the sky
