The 69 Cent Photo Bin

600 photos

Stacked 6 inches deep

Priced at 69 cents each

Can teach

Much about the relatively of life

Rather or a lifetime

How little I cared for any of these

Vintage photos

Who were these people were staring back

At me

Fishing, world landmarks, time spent vigoursly

Yet they have no value to me

They are just old photos

Of lives gone by

A single moment trapped in time

So I tossed one back on the pile

Old man with a big smile

Someday that will be me on that photo

Unknown and growing old

Passed down until someone gives up

And I’ll end up

In the 69 cent photo bin

 

 

 

Contrast and Compare

Contrast and compare

Leaving the soul in despair

Defining moments come through

Preparation and function

Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion

When all is lost

The path seems insurmountable

Breathtaking and long

There will be only one chance left

Of one lone singer

One lone song

Full of Heart

I hope this post finds you well

Full of heart and eyes that swell

We make our way to city heights

On this blustery winter night

We find a new home

Among many and hoping

For luck to come our way

We will find out with rest

And another day

Man Cut Short

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Man Cut Short

So the world goes

A man wakes up

A man goes to sleep

Yet you should know

That every night

Small thoughts

Creep through his head

Crawling

Embarking

Embedding

Deep in his thoughts

These weaknesses

These flaws

Crack

Grow

And seal a certain fate

For a man

Who leaves these cracks

Unattended

Is the man whose life

Gone

Way before it should have ended

 

More than Bags

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Great discoveries happen

To those who wait

Create

Stay up late

I have found

Myself

Doing this often

Lucky it is

That I get more than bags

Under my eyes

But this frees me

Lets me connect

Whether it wrong or correct

This is when it happens

When all else is gone

Quiet

This is my escape

Through the Cold

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Oh we are trying to leave

Yea we’re trying to make our way

But we can’t

No we can’t no no  no

Lord we can’t

Turnpike turned all white

These semis turned upright

Lord keep me away

From these wicked roads today

Driving around

I’ve got time to burn

There is one thing I’ve learned

Holding on going on

Make my way through this song

I won’t take too long

We shut lights out late

The snow won’t go away

Burnin candles in daylight

Makin’ me feel all right

In this winter cold

Oh I know

Oh, yes I know

It will be alright

I’ll hold

I’ll hold you close

Through the cold

Oh we are trying to go

Where this ole road, goes, rolls

Oh I know Oh I know

That’s there’s oh so long to go

With you

When I turned seventeen

So long ago it seems

27 I’ll make my way

Hear what mom and dad have to say

Bout me now

We are going to find a life

On America’s east side

Good friends left behind

This was the only time

To get away

Turn-in the countryside

For those city lights

A studio with some clothes

Good lord we got to go

And make it big

Trying to Move

I try to move

Snow

I try to plan

Snow

I try to move again

More snow

I try to plan again

Even more snow

 

Brooklyn Bound

NYC

 

 

 

 

 

Brooklyn bound

Giving up the simple life

Now the eternal city sound

Subways for farms

Working hard

Waking up to early alarms

Because me and my girl

Are Brooklyn bound

We have waited

Grown

And anticipated

What will become of us

Once we break the state border

To bust

Through unto the city light

Headed east

Feeling alright

We are making a new home

Now that we are

Brooklyn bound

No more unneeded belongings

Scaling back to necessity

Some clothes and a guitar

Her and me

Praying the car holds up

Keeps us safe and alive

Warm in the evening

Starts up at night

Moving out to make a new home

Now that we are Brooklyn bound

Simple goodbyes will not do

We have love for family

Embedded deep for me and you

We will hug our parents tight

Make sure the dogs are alright

We will drive straight through the night

Cause when the mailman comes back around

Our car will be gone

To our new home Brooklyn bound

The Grieving Period

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Quiet creaking house

Computer keys crunch quietly

Under wooden adjustments made overhead

The moon still high

The sun yet to have shed

A light on the new day

Cold and dreary

Making my way through the world

Flurry

I will attend the funeral

Pray my peace

Offer up my best

For the souls that rest

Life bustles on outside the church

As it always does

On a cold January morning

While we pray inside

Once the ceremony is over

The prayers said

We will face the cold

Make our ways back to life

Fall asleep again

Breathe again

Talk again

We will take a moment

And then walk through the door

As the week starts again

We fall asleep on Sunday

And wake anew

For it is another Monday