I cry cowardly over my leather shoes
The moan of hateful speech
Beacons a new wrath
The exotic clover has grown
Dried up and shriveled
Bequeathed
For the next generation
A sensational generation
My hope and dream
So I do my part in planting hope and optimism
Even in this world of ever deep division
Our hopes and dreams
Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers
Have been squandered away
On cheap things
Start the New Year
Pour the Coffee
Sweet grapefruit
With bitter ends
Sweet caramel sugar grains
The new year unfold in front of us
Like a vacuum sealed bag
Breaking at the seems
So it begins again
We plan something new
Something great
I hope to be a part of 2017
Off goes 2016
A year of changes
Losses
Rearranging
A year of new
Shuffling out the old
Somehow I reflect on my own words
I have written
Some I left out in the cold
New words will come with time
Time to behold
Gather the charades
Words sassy and icky
Unbound from the sound
Of a letter passing through our mouths
A royal kettle cooking
New ingredients
Indecent
If your enemy of an enemy
Is your friend
How can we content each other
Strange bedfellows to follow
How can the world swallow
Such indifference and insensitive hopes
Let’s gather the charades
And know
That the words themselves
Are our hope
“Wanderlust”
Today we celebrate
Our family
Which is always changing
Revolving
Unsolved
And loved family
A brawny evening
Bold with winter folds
Cold
Unnerved
Holidays season is upon us
Yet this year there lacks a certain
Gusto
Who knows
Maybe it’s me
Maybe it’s the weather
Whether or not it is me
Or the other
The season of change is upon us it seems
Ready to brake at the seems
What it all seems is
Off
Just another brawny winter night
Remember me this December
There is an old saying
Don’t forget what has been made beautiful
As the trees glow
Hopeful
I am hopeful too
Not in politics or structure
But in each other
I am renewed with hope
Freshened
With every flake falling on the ground
The frigid winter bears on
Hearts will be warmed with ideals
But ideals are cheap to truth
Even though hate can reign in the new year
Please remember this December
For the love we all share
“Dreams are such Delicate Things”
The paltry destruction
Dirty and tan
Unknown in expression
But less heard of
I am uncertain
Pushing my own hands now on the curtain
I have never seen such an obtainable truth
If we could only see it through
We must take command of our own hands
Yearn for hope and truth
Unity through diversity
Diversity in me and you
A Cup of Songwriting 