Ice cubes and fresh cut linens
The smell of 4 below
I need something to warm
My chilled bones
From the crisp belligerent cold
Tiny crackles with gentle steps
An Indiana landscape windswept
I need to get home
This cold assaults you
Felt left alone
In this unbearable cold
Summer’s Corner
I will win
I will lose
Winter rolls in
Laying snow
Over scars soothes
We wait
We correct
Hoping for the best
We wait for summer’s corner
Or head west
We practice
We rehearse
Taking a chance
For no small splash
But a giant burst
I remember
I will win
I will lose
For my growing heart
This is no new
News
Lines on my Skin
Hard work sucks
It beats you up
Tears you down
All the while
The world spins round
The commitment must not waiver
Construction creation and assemble
Hard work makes you stronger
Sunrise sunset
Making you better
With every practice set
It is staying up late
And waking up early
From Thursday to Thursday
Everyday is a workday
It’s opportunity seen
And opportunity taken
No questions asked
No errors mistaken
Hard work wakes you up
And keeps you up
The competition grinds
While you fill your cup
With more coffee to keep going
Never stop
Never slowing
It frustrates and confuses
Engages and amuses
This is what I have learned about hard work
So when you shake my hand
In my eyes you look
The lines in my skin
I have earned
With every opportunity I took
Christmas Morning Commute
Cold air on sheltered skin
Slow sunrise and morning skies
Christmas
Baking goods
Flour and eggs
Bells singing
House creaking
The more I grow
I realize
As we get comfortable
The world gets ready
For change
Life in Advance
Can we see the desire of a man
Through the filter of our own eyes
If we can
Than we should offer hope
Help
Understand
That life is never simple
Easy
Or perfect
We must offer our best
To try and see
Through less filtered lenses
Dispensing love for no gain
Again and again
This is the ultimate challenge for us
To not judge at first glance
But at every chance
Give love
To all those in need
Pay it forward
Live life in advance
We: Make the World
Love is easy to give
Yet can be hard to find
Build it strong
In due time
Love will find a way
To make life better
In a simple way
Calling out to change
Forgiving and forgetting
Love can be the remedy
For anything upsetting
I search for love
Love to give
Love to keep
Love upon a deep mid winter sleep
The gift I give
Is not expensive
To be found almost anywhere
I give love
Without a care
I hope you do to
Do your part to make it
Not so hard to find
For when love is given
The world is a much better place
To live in
Alarm Frustrate
Early morning cracks on heavy eyes
Looking up hoping for a singular light in the sky
Wood creeks under foot and weight
Sleep vanished bewilder from alarm frustrate
Rise to another challenge another call
Rise one
Rise all
Days must be achieved rather than forgotten
A day awake
Rather than a day rotten
I will heed this plastic cases call
Resting on the bedside table
Rather than a wall
The dreaded alarm clock calls
Come one
Come all
The Common Denominator
What makes it better
What makes it worse
These vital feelings
We may not coerce
–
Pushing them in
Pulling them out
Will do us no good
If we are living like we should
–
Shall I wonder under a rock
Beneath feet pounding
Or center myself on ground
With my heart pounding
–
I am here for you
And you for me
That is why
We cannot let it be
–
Growth can occur
From one solid root
Life will burst
Into something beautiful bold
–
Your hand I hold
As we cry
Waiting for the storm
To blow by
–
These are not easy times
But they make us real
Through the fire burning
Born is true steel
–
I will be here now
And will be here later
Love will pick you up
It’s the common denominator
–
Love will push
Love will pull
Love will bring us back
Fill our hearts full
–
We live through great moments
We survive the bad
But at the end of any day
The good fights been had
–
I wish to say this
So that all can understand
You are my lady
And I am your man
All Things Certain
All things certain
I will forgo
For the chance to let go
Of what I know
To find what may be
Or maybe
I will find something new
The open road ahead
With just me and you
The western sun calls
Out from winters thralls
I am renewed
I am hopeful
That we can create something new
Something incredible
This is my hope
To let go of the certain
For what waits for us
Behind the red curtain
Carnival of Waste
Nothing disappointed me in music this year more than the claim or title that somehow Kayne West was the new Dylan. I needed to vent on this one.
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