I don’t believe the cliches
Until one day
I stop right in my tracks
Others unable to help
When I truly ask
How is it so unequivocally true
That one senses success
They become less understanding
Of what they can help and do
I never believed the silly cliches
Until this happened to me one day
When a light goes off
In a cold and distant sky
I look up
With wipe dried eyes
The world needs good people
Full of life and vibrancy
Courteous and full of decency
Does the world become darker
Or does it balance with new light
Finding new ones
The giving kind
For all of mankind
I hope that the lives of new souls
Bless the world
Wherever we go
For when we loose light
We now are the light
We must aspire to be bright
In a world that goes a little dimmer
When we loose a beautiful light
There is a song that can be played
Over a thousand times and
Never ring old or untrue
A song that is played at wedding times
A song that is by your side in difficult times
To help see you through
To jump on in pure celebrations
To lean on in times of sadness and frustration
There is a couple of chords
A melody so light and easy
That it is played for someone in a wedding gown
Or when you have to lay a loved one down
It can draw tears in the morning
As the sun becomes anew
Falling tears touching cheeks
As water trickles on grass
In the morning dew
There is a song
Played in these time of jubilation
But also in times of desperation
It is a song that celebrates life
But also reflects on what is right
What is right is that there is a song
A song that exists in all of us
That we must sing to each other
From my soul to you
So we can see each other through
There are days
When the end lays ahead
A clear finish
Instead of a benchmark
Days when my soul can rest easy
My mind I can appease
Yet on other days
There is this
Infinite tease being played on me
This mind wander
Aways second guessed
Slowing thoughts helps to
Slow emotions
That if I can just reach one goal
At a time
I don’t have to set every single one
In motion
So on these days I try to slow down
Realize even walking is an even pace
On this Infinite Race
The smallest amount of time
Of distance
From start to finish
From beginning to end
Fathering mile
To resting place
Over 3,000 miles on the earths face
We begin with a push
Knowing full well the end lies
Far far ahead
But we push on
For me
Through poems and songs
From sea to shining sea
From pale white to vivid blue
We see our journeys through
From the boroughs of the city
To the far west LA
Eternal summer fitting
A journey that teaches us to open
Rather than close
To grow
In what you learn
And what you know
The late night salute
4 AM
Late night eyes
To boot
We dance with our technology
Until the wee hours
Entangled in a web
On a web
Every last fiber in my head
Connected
Needing the next moment
I own it
This is the way I spend the hours
Working
Trying to connect the un connectable
While my head is full
Eyes bloodshot and wide
Hair frayed
Dismayed
Until my head is laid
This is the routine
I try to break out
But something new is always breaking in
There is no loss no win
Just spending every last hour
Until the night runs thin
The scent of change
Came at 4 AM
I rolled over in my bed
“When was the last time
I smelled the fresh bread”
At this point I was completely
In my head
I knew the change was coming
The bakery was on its way out
I still had one small shriveled doubt
Maybe the planned buyout
Was not as good of a plan
They would develop a alternate route
As I lay awake
Thinking
It had been at least a week
So I cracked the curtain to take
A quick peek
The burnt carmel building
Was at a complete standstill
I could see this from
My windowsill
Never again would the smell of
Fresh bread bellow
Down Manhattan Avenue
It was a nice offset to bus exhaust
But now it is lost
Lost
Gone
I am new here
I own that I have very airy feelings
Where others die-cast old love
Would feel it in there hearts much above
I can remember
When my wife and I stopped in
Knocked on the door
A man came out from within
Gave him a 5 spot and
Us a loaf
We stood on the corner
Eating it whole
The memory was the brightest
Of the few short lived time
But the old place is gone
Make way for the condos
Pack it up and move on
The webs we weave
The dreams we chase
Unchaste and yet true
At first we were revered as outcasts
Not sure of the way
Decisions would see us through
We made a life in the city
Tried to keep our heads
Above the rushing waves
Staved off by a blissful kiss
Sea myst
Over our eyes
We saw the world
Around which we realized
That staying put
Was no option
No higher calling
Even when the walls
The dream itself
Was falling
We see it through
Another night spent
Late night chatter
Even thought nothing was really
The matter
We see it through
Me and you
Once a wonderer
Now forever lost
Is possible to go far
And near
Yet never be settled
Running from love
Hope
Fear
It’s a game of chess
With no pieces
Or what is there
Must be interpreted
No meaning
No beginning
No end
I don’t understand
I can’t
When one lusts for every moment
Every fleeting thought
Nothing becomes concrete
No desire
Objectifying
Denying any sense of self worth
For what its worth
To claim ignorance
Fleeting thoughts from ones conscience
Delay rather than develop
Bringing all but hell up
With the loved ones around
It seems low
The life keeps swirling down
I ask
Futile in my attempts
So sometimes I just wonder
What is once a wanderer
Can be now
Forever lost
Oh the heart strings
Pulled in every way
Frayed
Dismayed and overplayed
I relish past moments
With pleasure
Small delights
Love beheld in my eyes
Yet it is lies
Nothing more
Nothing less
Just a quest into the past
No answers given
No questions asked
But in a very uneasy way
There is always lust
In such great nostalgia
What is past is past
What is gone is lost
What I want I will take
What is left I will leave
It’s just another little
Sentimental Tease
A Cup of Songwriting 