Happenstance
Tuesday sunsets
Photo shoots
Unnamed contagious suit
Make our way on the east side
We will ride
Making appointments on time
Barely
Sun rips through the fields
So filling
So sweet
Happenstance
Reply
Moments
Fresh
Bareness
Fullness
Body
We cherish moments of reflection
From bad thoughts hoped protection
It’s a movement inflection
One hope
Multiples of directions
Coffeehouse infatuation
Glorification of the bean and roast
Spoken in halls of unheard ghosts
I Owe You a Stare
I owe a stare to you
A stare of wonder
Concern
But more wonder than concern
I will become absorbed in your beauty
Radiant beauty
The odds that I could be
Completely absorbed in your smile
The way your throw your hair back
You could be a beauty ambassador
A lovely representative
I owe you a stare
To make you feel cherished
How great would the odds be
If I were a suspect on trial
That your eyes would lock back on mine
It could just so happen
That in this quick motion
Our eyes collide in meeting
Like atoms of plutonium
It will happen
I will stare
And nothing will ruin that moment
For I owe you a stare
Balance of the Night
Radiant blue on crisp white
Bright
Bridges at night
City comforts on the side
This time
This night
My wife and I hold tight
Clean cement under warm winter skies
Our feet tap the pavement
Like full bellied
Petite
Mice
We balance love work and
Life
Tonight
The Ground Sings
Nestled amongst the hills
Green tree filled
Lies a town
That I believe is on holy grounds
The sounds
From this town
Have resounded
From generation to the next
Songs sweet complex
I wonder if the land itself
Can sing
Contribute to writing choruses
More of this
From the land
From the town
Deconstructing a Breakdown
Deconstructing a breakdown
Unfounded infatuation
With the untrue
Unthinkable
Undue
Imbued
To move
Substantiated grooves
I was willing
Hoping
To understand
Complicated contraband
She awaited the moment
Dissolved opponents
Of complicated nature
Unnatural
Unplanned
Taking up questions
At hand
Manifesting the desire
Holding on to the wire
Illumination of the heart
Complicated art or discussion
Modern art
European or Russian
Black lines heavy when drew
Sitting in this car
Me and you
Nashville Night
The music lights up the street
The notes entertain the ears
Hopefuls walkin time to keep
Our fingers dance and vocal chords harmonize
On a Nashville kind of Friday night
Triangulate
The random
In the mundane
The frustrating
Profane
Jump through these hoops
Sell your soul for a dollar
Your body will commit
Your mind will holler
What is the ends
To a road that bends
From end to end
These questions triangulate
For surveying eyes
My plan in a Trojan horse
Disguise
I surmise
That there is an offer on the table
Give up pursuits for pleasure
Money the real yardstick measure
Unworthy parasites
Living life through condemning eyes
I can not let the peanut galleries
Hopeless ensue
A wobbly table they set their lives on
I must admit
I think they
We’re wrong
Atrophy
Oh sweet complication
So heavy
Frustrating
Unlinked and dilapidated
How can it be so
Unknown
Grown with no idea
No clue
News to me
Unseen atrophy
What was to be
Heavy Curvy Piece
Privately I sort each piece of lettuce
Each heavy curvy piece
Selected
There is no ill questions of
The purpose
My unequalled attention to detail
Yet so menial
My mess-up is real
Contemplated
With retentive love
Unequaled
But with each question
I stop to try and answer
There is no right answer
Only words used in attempts at answers
Answered
A Cup of Songwriting 