Thanks for Saturday
A refreshing idea
Thanks for Saturday
Slow yet productive
Saturdays the world ebbs
Easy until a new week arrives
It’s been a good day
This Saturday
Thanks for Saturday
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Times
Times strange and confusing
Greedy hands held
Clasped clapping amusing
How these fickle words
Find deaf ears
While the years
Go on and on
We have to push through
With our songs
Not Alone
If we wait
We lose
Entrusted
Then cut loose
Held back
From some odd holiday
Blues
Be free
Be back
When the time is taught
With no slack
Be free
Be home
You and me
Not alone
When Form Fails Function
what is left
when the form
has killed the function
creativity gone
in it’s distant form
rusted burned and abandoned
when the snow falls
on burning embers
when form kills function
what are we left with
but a hollow
reminder
of what we were
Let On the Lights
The thrill of the kiss
Letting go of the forgetful
And we will connect and go
Holding up
Of with a no
Let on the lights and prepared the sound
It’s time to take the stage
Go
Into the depths of sound
Relax
When you create
Without boundaries
This is how it begins
With original sin
Starting late and moving slow
Relax and let go
Fearless Grieving
Grieve in the moments silent
Fearless in pursuit
Of new signs of life
Grieving gives way
In time to hope
I hope
Pursue a future
Feeling new
From fearless grieving
The Ancient Selfish
The ancient selfish
Has no home
No front yard
Or place to roam
Little are the places left
Where the selfish wander
Unfettered
Undisturbed
More questions than answers
For sure
A dusty match against reality
The selfish reign in uncertainty
Hurried they go limping off
As the ancient selfish
Have no places left
The Educated Branch
The ill-fated hum
Of a 4×4 truck
Settles in the distance
The United decisive blow
Given while the engine runs
Idle
To assume the worst
It’s in the title
The educated branch leans low
On day laced with regret
And pounding snow
A Knit Carriage
A knit carriage
Will carry me home
When time is undone
Confusion sets in
Find me
Where the wind blows
Through open windows
Upon a knit carriage I
Will
Ride
