What We Lose

What we lose

And what we gain

It’s all part of the game

How we take it

What we take away

Who are the refs

And how do we play

How many players

How many shots

Whether we play in the cold

Or play in the hot

How many balls

How many strokes

What types of games

Fit what type of folks

No one decision maker

Gets the sole power to command us all

Destroy us all

What we gain

And what we lose

I guess its up to me and you

Blues Walking Shoes

Tune out the news

Blues walking shoes

Vacate twitter

What happens when we decide

To take growth 

Over whither

Return my life to its original place

Before the trace

Of overbearing promises

Fights and rejections

My God

The insurmountable resurrections

With a flick of a switch it was gone

Life was back

Life was back

How Friendships Change

Friend and moments

Time and history

What changes ahead and lies behind

Can be one great mystery

From meeting to realizing

From analyzing to growing

Friendships have a way of outlasting

While the mind keeps going

But at some point distance can be too great

Challenges and differences to obtuse

That is when some friends just have

To cut loose

But friendships change as do all living creatures

If history be true

This surely it will teach us

Strangers in Their Own Land

Strange feelings amongst the regulars

Uneasy thoughts run through worried minds

Somehow what we once knew

What we now know

Is crossed quickly

As a very fine line

No one human can erase loving heart

Who have created a better hope

For us to believe in

Through thick and thin

No man or woman

Should ever feel a stranger

On their own land

Fast Impact

Fast impact

With little for sustain

Sustenance or compounded frame

How can we be so quick

To change

Change judgement

Words

Rearrange meanings and then

Come back to the same

What is it that can revolve

A door then disappear in moments

How can this happen overnight

Into the bright light

No one has it right

No one has it right

 

Freedom of Imperfetion

In a free world

Not all is perfect

In times of struggle

Waiting

Resolution

Hating

We are all not without our

Flaws

Broken bones

And wrapped up jaws

I realize my imperfections have weight

Putting on me a certain strain

But better to make progress than to stall

To stand tall

And push through

Imperfections

And all