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I am Me
I am Me
No overachieving
No letting down
It’s as simple
To just be
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I must be honest
Let go
Pick up
In the end
It is me I must answer to
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Days when I am up
Days when I am down
There is no one else
Who can see
No one else around
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As I must answer to myself
So must you
You are you
And that is enough
To get you through
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The tough times
And
The good
Makes you smile
Makes life
The way it should
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But I remember this saying
When I am tired and worn
Because it is me pushing on
Pen to paper
A new song
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The higher power always calls
To become what we are
This equation has no
Beginning no end
I am Me
And I am content
A Mouth Full of Iron
Just because I am broke
Does not mean that I am broken
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The heart broken
Knows the languish for success
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This languish can only be known
Through heartbreak and distress
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The world around me spins
Yet I have to catch my druthers
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In a life that is given
One must learn to rely on others
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But that bitter irony
Creates a burn in ones mouth
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Leaning on hopes of easier roads
Leaves the heart less than whole
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Rust collects on the resting
One must move so no dust can begin collecting
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Subdued Indiana terrain
Toughened the skin with winter pain
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A mouth full of iron
Cracked on all sides
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Makes me wonder
Whats is the next curve in life
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What awaits
What gives what takes
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Yet
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Just Just because I am broke
Does not mean that I am broken
Calculated Risk
Calculated risk
At the flick of a wrist
How much do you
Wish
Upon wondering eyes
Under luminous skies
Day in day out
Struggling yet devout
We rise to new challenges
To see new mountains beyond
Time passes under the eyes of
A new dawn
We wait for no person
Place or thing
To strike the first note
And sung we call out
In the evening
And look for new opportunities
We will arise
We will arise
Don’t Be Shy
Don’t be shy
When I come around
You know that
I’m your guy
And you’re my girl
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There’s no time
To talk it out
We’ll spend sum more
Money on
The simple soul
–
When we dance
We spend our time
So quietly
I don’t know
Where it goes
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*Chorus*
But oh
Where is
The burning in
My brittle soul
For you now
But I know that well make it out
We will make it out
Oh
We’ll make it out
For my crown
For you
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There’s no time
To wait out the storm
It’ll be just fine
Lets go now
It’s letting up
–
Let me go
Stories you
Told burn my soul
Uh oh oh
Who oh oh
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Hey sister there
The one with the bitter soul
I swear
We make it alright
We make it ok
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*Chorus*
There is no time for us
The way to make the best of us
We make our way
As we go down there
As we go down the other way
Whoa uh oh
As we make it home
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We make it out
On a Tuesday night
We play each other
fine and solos
Sun Bleached Dashboards
Oh Florida
I need those palm trees
And that warm humid breeze
The salt waters on the gulf
Even the tourists have forgotten
That even at oceans bottom
Smooth sands of Florida
Will remain to be
Those hot days with no reprieve
Sun bleached dashboards
The geriatric community agrees
That on a warm summers night
In September
We await the cool fall eaves of late November
And that is what Florida will always remain to me
2 Dollar Barefoot Friend
My 2 dollar barefoot friend
Say’s don’t forget the gift he sent
I don’t give these away cheap
For this gift I give you now
Was once mine to keep
Is the best I have to offer
Not much monetary
All my pockets could carry
With no shoes on my feet
Keeping my limbs clean
Not a requirement
A choice rather
To stay simple and connected
So on bare feet I stand
Resurrected
He imparted simple knowledge
With a gift of simple patronage
In a coffee house with steam buzzing
People talking
Computer keys chirping
My 2 dollar barefoot friend stood standing
Connected to the ground
In a way so organic and true
His motivation true
Eyes keen on anti-convention
Somehow he felt more alive
With a true world connection
As the night got late he carried on
I went my way he went his
But his two dollar bill
Was his gift to give
And the simplicity of
A barefoot connection
Moving Words
Moving words
In late night discussion
Sporadic thoughts
Where we are moving
To the deserts of the west
Canopy of south of the Midwest
Through highway curves
And underpasses
I am left feeling lost
Lost between New York
And LA
Not quite sure where
The words will take us
Today
Lost in a cover of clouds
Covering my thoughts
So silent
And so loud
No feeling about the future
No recollection of the past
My love asks me with weary eyes
Is there any wrong
Or any right
To this question that we seek
Answers to tonight
Maybe Georgia
Or the Smokies in NC
That is where my heart will be
Perhaps in the desert with
Snakes and cactus
This conversation always seems to lose
Us
Somewhere in the US we will be
Tomorrow and the day after
Perhaps even a year from now
These moving words have no
Real ability to move me
And I am sure we will revisit this
In these late night car seats
Take a Look
Let’s take a look at the headlines
The twitter feeds
Handles and Hashtags
Feeling a bit out of line
What is coming through the feed line
The umbilical chord of information
Keeping me alive
As my eyes read over every line
Some clowns grab the main light
Stage set for them just right
No need to worry for talent or something new
Just get naked and run around for a few
Headlines running from each side of the States
Somehow I can no longer see straight
To the headlines falling off the page
From computers and newpapers
Wasted on the futile
Infertile information trying to impregnate my mind
With nothing more than wasted time
And energy
Just trying to read head news line
A Cup of Songwriting 