The music lights up the street
The notes entertain the ears
Hopefuls walkin time to keep
Our fingers dance and vocal chords harmonize
On a Nashville kind of Friday night
Nashville Night
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Category Archives: Poems
Triangulate
The random
In the mundane
The frustrating
Profane
Jump through these hoops
Sell your soul for a dollar
Your body will commit
Your mind will holler
What is the ends
To a road that bends
From end to end
These questions triangulate
For surveying eyes
My plan in a Trojan horse
Disguise
I surmise
That there is an offer on the table
Give up pursuits for pleasure
Money the real yardstick measure
Unworthy parasites
Living life through condemning eyes
I can not let the peanut galleries
Hopeless ensue
A wobbly table they set their lives on
I must admit
I think they
We’re wrong
Atrophy
Oh sweet complication
So heavy
Frustrating
Unlinked and dilapidated
How can it be so
Unknown
Grown with no idea
No clue
News to me
Unseen atrophy
What was to be
Heavy Curvy Piece
Privately I sort each piece of lettuce
Each heavy curvy piece
Selected
There is no ill questions of
The purpose
My unequalled attention to detail
Yet so menial
My mess-up is real
Contemplated
With retentive love
Unequaled
But with each question
I stop to try and answer
There is no right answer
Only words used in attempts at answers
Answered
Scintillating Shape
A jolly ignorant shape
Draped over the curtain
Sun shine through displaying
What can only be described as uncertain
He can be cooperative
Yet completely incompetent
With a bright wave
Scintillating wishful smile
Insisting people believe
A bedroom
Filled with one giant nose
Ever part of him
Is painfully exposed
I do not agree
I will not bend my shaking knees
Wood Sealed with Moss Wet
Falling on the slippery steps
Wood sealed with moss wet
I could have known from the onset
But my uselessness felt content
In the mist of a rainy day
I first felt my foot slip away
Like a territory that never existed
I had to brake to exercise
As I fell quick to my left side
No soft forgiven
How was it not a broken bone was given
I now wear the bruises like a badge of honor
A kitty sent out to the cold world
With no record or recollection of how to get home
Thank God for not one broken bone
I shook my hands and checked my feet
Somehow I was still complete
Aunt from my mothers side once told me
Only move fast when you have certain footing
Or else you will regret when you lose your directions
Only to sent you flailing in sudden inflection
But I was OK
I dusted my shirt off and walked it out
Having a quick scream and shout
And I was alright
In one piece whole
Ready to go
Lost
The lost will
Unwilling
Filled with uncertainty
My own will
Now lacking in motivation
To keep forging forward
Through uncertainties I am facing
I hope to never back down
Face the crowd
Hold on to the ideals of a crown
But at the end of some journeys
There is a state of contemplation
Exempted from no hopes or joys
Embattled with corrupted kill joys
I have to pick myself up
When other clearly would enjoy a takedown
Unwilling to fall in
Give in
Carry on
Sing a song
But for now the road seems distant and long
I can not deny the challenges ahead
With ever ounce I gather I give
To be found alive rather than dead
Handsome
Handsome
Holding harrowing movements
Held up to higher standards
Refusing confrontation
Frustration
To keep the handsome look at ease
As horses drink from the sea
A salty water of no useful notion
Apologizing while blustered in blushing motion
Yet dropping dead at the next race
Handsome hopes with fragile face
To refuse would be no option
What is good may not be so beneficial
What hopes ride are though of as unofficial
While the cycle continues
Handsome hands holding their true hue
Undue pressure pushed back
The water of a pitcher held in good esteem
Will flow back to the ocean in a stream
Weathered Stare
Rainy sane Nashville nights
Storm weather rolling in
Gripped with thin bursts of brushing air
Steady my hands
Badge of a weathered stare
Blundered Rails
Old rusted rail cars
Blundered rails withered far
As the warning bar drops
Double stacked high under raining skies
Red blinking lights constant as the day
Turns night
Steel bending under certain pressure
On the streets of Nsahville
The southern gem
While the trains send
All goods north south
East west
Banging bells cracking under stress
Untied and tightened
Small stones surround the rails
As the next cart drags forward the next
The world just moving ahead
So a piece can be sent to me
On a rainy Wednesday
A Cup of Songwriting 