The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
The Slurry
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What the Subconscious Knows
One more time
Second try
Perfect rhyme
Hold on to perfection
Or just let your instincts
Be your best regression
Hold on
Or
Let go
Time to flow
And see what the subconscious knows
What I Know
What I know
I know I don’t know
Much
All I have learned
So far to go and learn
So much to hear and live
Impossible to know
What you don’t know
But the goal
Is to just grow
A Time of Worry and Sorrow
A time of worry
And sorrow
What can be changed
That can’t be undone
What is being rearranged
Feels like
Looking directly at the sun
Hold breathe
And hold hands
We have a responsibility for this
Land
Being Home
Being home
Is a delicate mess
Mess and strange
But yet all is good
In what is familiar
To know
That is just how it is
When you get home
A Tiny Heart
The size of an almond
With a personality the size
Of the room
Our small dog
Named Wilco
May have a small heart
But fills the room with love
When anyone walks in
Sweet little Wilco
One Fine Day
A fine day
Is coming
When we believe
Not in celebrity
But in each other
That day
Is coming
One fine day
Trolls
Trolls have nowhere else to go
Lurking for flat moments
Growing thick like mold
Trolls roll up their sleeves
To sow discord
In a world that needs to be healed
Refilled with love
So the trolls can roll away
Trees
Trees told stories
Well past the boundaries
Of you and me
The simple tree
That we cut down
Can teach us about
Life
And each other
Trees go on
Well past us
And continue to grow
Even when we are growing old
March 24th
A great day to get out
My birthday is a day
To celebrate a new schools
Of voices rising up
In a dark time
So that in due time
We will have hope again
Such a coincidence
But on March 24th people rise
Up
To believe again
That we can all accomplish something
With the help is our fellow
Countrymen
A Cup of Songwriting 