How did it come to be
That no side was right
No side was free
The changes in opinions
Callas
What was once truth
Now contempt
Contempt truth
Hold on tight
We are going to need each other
To make it through
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Burns Harbor
There is a place
On the magnificent fresh ocean
A sore in the mouth
Of natures waters
Where the air is thick
Stagnant
With flames set back
Omnipotent
Dissident
How the waters lap the shores
Breezing down the sores
Of the Burns Harbor woods
Where the pigs dump toxins
For us all to eat
In our tiny worlds
Where we have no control
On the shores of a lake
Thousands of years
Old
Please, Come Through
Differing Views
Same facts
Different News
Ratchet up the hammers
Bring down the walls
The new man in town
Is coming for us all
The lessons we learned
As kids growing up
I guess were not that important
When push comes to shove
No need to be honest and true
Be pithy and small
Fight dirty and don’t rise above
The world views love with contempt
Hate with affection
How did we get set
In this most deviant direction
What can the individual do
Continue to see our own paths through
When the world seems small
I guess it’s up to me and you
What we will decide when everything around us
Is new
Don’t late hate win
Even though it is what grew
Out of these moments
Stay true to each other
Love and be honest
The best in us
Will always come through
The Old and The New
Old neighborhood
New shops
Old coffee joint
New faces
Same land
New roads
Old places
Where we used to go
The only consistency
Is change
Old setups
Now rearranged
Accept what moves on without you
Accept the little things
And the big ones too
Know that consistency is impossible
Ideally unreliable
Know the new faces
Know the new names
The harder you try to resist
The harder your fall
And more the pain
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
Roll Call
I know you want security
Hope and a home
Somewhere to go
To be alone
You and me
How do we balance
Freedom
With a sense of equality
To be loved
Yet not alone
When our legs our tired
To find a home
When the money comes through
When the investment pays off
Might be tomorrow
Or never
The life we live
We have chosen and embraced freely
The roll call being made
Reminds us of the toll it takes
Begin Again
Hello
Back again
I am
How is it that when
The open road calls
The mind goes quiet
Simply put
But back in my chair
Armed with new ideas
Opportunities
New experiences from
Across the country
Again I write
I reunite with a friend
I truly
Begin again
The Oregon Coast
Waves crash uneven
Surges
Reaching my ears
Pulling up
Pushing back
From the salty breeze
To the easy skies
Oregon coast
In my eyes
Waiting for the sun
To push through the clouds
While the sea lurches on
Bending up
Pulling back
The trees sit atop the mountains
Clean air
Subtle motion
The Spring Rose
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
Hope Hoping
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
