Rainy sane Nashville nights
Storm weather rolling in
Gripped with thin bursts of brushing air
Steady my hands
Badge of a weathered stare
Weathered Stare
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Blundered Rails
Old rusted rail cars
Blundered rails withered far
As the warning bar drops
Double stacked high under raining skies
Red blinking lights constant as the day
Turns night
Steel bending under certain pressure
On the streets of Nsahville
The southern gem
While the trains send
All goods north south
East west
Banging bells cracking under stress
Untied and tightened
Small stones surround the rails
As the next cart drags forward the next
The world just moving ahead
So a piece can be sent to me
On a rainy Wednesday
Peace Preservation
My chivalrous monotony
Bending hope of autonomy
Keeping up with happiness created
A magenta across the color palette
To a simple green on the ground
In thwarted moments I hold dear
To hold the peace
Rather than steer the conversation
Into uncharted grounds
I use glue to stop the moments
Complement and own it
As me and my wife
Travel on tires thin and balding
As superficial as the moments we are holding
I push the pencil through punishment and pain
We hope to grow as we take our new strains
Of life and work new masterpieces
It is helpful to remember
Pulling into the station
Of the concrete jungle
And broken slabs plantation
On the road we embrace meditation
Stop confrontation
For peace preservation
Dime for Time
A relentless issue of the greedy
Pursuits of spending and waste
No roof would provide
The world over icy outside
Crayon spilled violently over white pages
Scribbled lines with indecent haste
Cheerful with eyes glowing
Taking more than they were sowing
Winning a competition that was never fought
Wrought over tiny pennies
Pulled up by the zipper
The hand held hopes of higher gods
No friend of mine
Owns more than one dollar for food
And dime for time
College mornings with hard set oatmeal
Making for an early meal
I make amens with cheap sunglasses
While the greedy take up their wicked flames
Pursuits and Bitter Ends
If I had one more chance
Would I do it any different
Spent life nursing a splint
In my own mind
One life’s route
Leads to a wondering wind
Unwind and ask
If I could go back
Would I even attempt
To try again
Routes pursuits and bitter ends
Uncertain of this certainly
Pulled the curtain over my eyes
To no longer see
What could have become of me
On a different life plane
Under the sun
Rather than the rain
How’s this engrained in my brain
A splinter in my fingertips
Touching my own lips
I wonder would I even be the same
This long journey spent
Out in the rain
Narrow Minded Corridors
The story of the troubadour
Venturing down miles of roads
Fighting narrow minded corridors
Rising from the earths floor
Deplored at first
Then adored
Sharing stories
Unearthed tragedies
More and more
Spent money rolling through pockets
Hoping for a tight lock in
But lyrics and stories can not be stop’in
If I can make it through this week
The next and onward
Writing for context
Without a known
Prefix
With eyes that will suffice
While I spin tires
Trying to get wise
Back and forth side to side
We are here together
On this wild ride
I Grew
Unbending hope
Pulled out from under me
Hands tight on the rope
The feelings of letting go
Blown around
My hope preservers
That good people walk next to me
Alongside my steps
Friends walking with friends
That is the beauty of the ascent
To find more of myself the what I knew
To realize instead of shrinking
I grew
I
Weak Minds
The greatest challenges
Undermine the weakest minds
Land mine
Underpinned in time
Joker of the rhyme
We had our chance to escape
And we did
Into home base we slid
Eyes closed
And off we go
On a journey that knows
No boundaries
It just flows
We are more water than wood
Slide through the alleys
And completely misunderstood
Unexpected Bends
The unexpected bends
Sends my mind reaching
To understand false premises
Canned
How did it fall apart
Was it a small piece
Of a master plan
Built a 4 story house
On weak sand
How could this be
A fallacy I see
Under me
The sand gives way
Now do I ever really understand
Weaknesses of sand
I tried to compensate
What what too complicated
Frustrated
But we will move on
On
And on
Anxious Crown
A man wearing an anxious crown
Throws back with withered thorns
The indignity of hope scorned
Must have a courageous play
To be once more adorned
His hopes as fragile as pencil
Under great pressure
Bending at the point
Of almost breaking
He takes a swig of heady liquids
Rising the spirits with his hand
Set out for a journey
Looking over the peoples land
His mind now deep in reflection
Of how his hope and optimism
Slowly grew into his flailing crown
Now is the moment to return
The curtains are pulled on the stage
One error has the potential to destroy
What he has crafted with single heart joy
His feet begin to move
At first wacky and unprotected
But with his heart projected
He steadies his feet and walks out
The light shines and this
Is his time
