Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
Chaos Control
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How Friendships Change
Friend and moments
Time and history
What changes ahead and lies behind
Can be one great mystery
From meeting to realizing
From analyzing to growing
Friendships have a way of outlasting
While the mind keeps going
But at some point distance can be too great
Challenges and differences to obtuse
That is when some friends just have
To cut loose
But friendships change as do all living creatures
If history be true
This surely it will teach us
Fast Impact
Fast impact
With little for sustain
Sustenance or compounded frame
How can we be so quick
To change
Change judgement
Words
Rearrange meanings and then
Come back to the same
What is it that can revolve
A door then disappear in moments
How can this happen overnight
Into the bright light
No one has it right
No one has it right
Friendship
Many ships set sail at night
Setting sale in the winter
Protecting the sailors from
The evening’s blight
We have shared many meals
In this life
Made some jokes
And done alright
Friendship is a ship built together
Keeping us free from the blasts of the outer world weather
This ship has sailed for years
Our hearts have learned
Loved
Refined
Cheers glasses
And dined
From New York to Los Angeles
Bloomington to Fort Wayne
Our friendship is similar to back then
But not quite the same
Just as the weather can alter a boat
Over the years
So has our lives altered course over time
But it is true friendship that remains
At the core we are still the same
As when we boarded the ship of friendship
As reluctant strangers
We are now bound together
Friends all the same
I Respect
What is freedom of speech
When it is used as a means
To insult the strong or weak
Has an inherent conflict
With the word’s we speak
I respect
But respectfully disagree
How do we discover a line
A purpose
When the lines are so blurry now
We all have a right to our own views
At what point does it infringe on the rights
Of others
If abused in this sense
Seems morally distressed
I respect the freedom of speech
But I also must respect you
Sturdy and Venomous
The whimsical x-ray of our society
Has revealed a great deity
Venomous and toxic
Leaving the trace of a blown rocket
We used this messed up world
To project our problems into one being
Manifested into our new destiny
Smiling he rode in on white horses
The whole world overthrew me
But I will find steady ground
I will polish my smiling face
I will bandage my wounds and move on
This is the primary focus of the race
It’s not how we celebrate
But how when we see the face
From behind the facade
How we pick ourselves up from the dirty ground
Maybe it was our fault in the first
There is no faith to be put in humanity
We return certainly
To realize it was my own hope that let me down
Battered and on the ground
I pick myself up
And begin the hope anew
Just in something new
What a Rush
It’s that determined feeling
The sweet ambition
The fantastic touch
The plausible idea
Warm to talk to
Improving the rush
To the fingers
Head
Arms
The rush of the moment
The Borrowed Riff
PHOTO CREDIT: EVAN PERIGO
In a nebulous state of mind
The concluding chord rung out
Wrung out
Fascinated by the quick sequel of progression
How one planned moment
Moves to the next
A grape plucked from the tree
Quickly becomes a past tense
Cattle that pine for the open fields
Excellent presentation
Not quite overstated
But rather I am fascinated
That now a moment planned now is
More present a moment unknown
A hat floating off the cliff
Taken in
The borrowed riff
The Rally Cry of the Tired
The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
A Cup of Songwriting 