Amidst the evening flurry
Of the stars and moon
Out calls the fox
And the cat
To sing the song for the sleepless
Not to comfort or to ease
But to place a note
In the midnight air
Upon the ears
Of all of those who
Hear
In the middle of the night
Driving through the evening
With the folding up of another day
The moon rose
So strangely
That the moon
Had become a stranger
To my own eyes
I could not understand the shape
Or form
As the night wore on
I could rub my eyes
Only to see a stranger ahead
In the depths of a cold winter
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
The piers of Chicago
Extend
Into the webs of ice
Blistering through the
Cracking of time
On the streets full of vibrant
Life with fires in the souls
Of everyone who knows
The days and nights
Of Chicago life
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
I’m late
Again
It what for
Who knows
The time flies
And my mind goes
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
Pushing ahead
In a world
Half alive
Half dead
Tomorrow is
Another day
Another chance
To be
Free
Shallow
Is the fear
That I see
Growing amongst
Those
Whose cares
Are not in consideration
With others
Rather we must emit and develop
Depth for others
And for ourselves
The water falls
From the roofs
Easy as it can roll
Into the streets
And streaming down
The avenues
Into the collections
And sewer openings
Where it rolls into larger
Homes
Away from the streets
Of a busy
L.A.
Rebel Hopes
On the way
To being a renegade spirit
These worn out days
I have ideas
That are not so unique
With words
Bleak
But I hope to see a
Light
Guided by my own
Divine sight
For wherever I am pulled
I will hold on
To these rebel hopes
A Cup of Songwriting 