The constant race
Of the human race
Coming face to face
With realities
Of what will Be
What will not be
Committed to a community
Of people breathing and sleeping
Communicating all sensations
Of creations
Temptations
Frustrations
Sharing with each other
The ideas of lovers
People hate
Other continue to love
We work well
On a Wednesday swell
Of the city
On the ground
In the NYC Town
The smell of distant bleach
On fresh cleaned linens
This is the hotel room
That we will attempt to live in
–
Faded carpets with old stains
Attempts to clean them
Have obviously gone in vain
–
Paisley and plaid hung drapery
Old recliners
While we make our escape
From the city
–
Old cigarette stains
Outside the door
From someone long before
–
Shower curtains white
Fluffy and snug
With clean towels hung
Next to the rug
–
Life lived in hotel rooms
Find a different way
Of saying hello
Enjoy your stay
Arise
Awake
So much is at stake
Minutes take seconds
To change
In one instant
The hard work
Begins to rearrange your life
New opportunities await
Challenges left hurdled
In your wake
Do not sleep past the rising sun
The morning calls
Opportunity calls
Arise
Awake
From DC
to Jersey
All along the
Eastern
Sea
Board
We make our way
Mightily
Pushing forward
Crazy drivers
And semi soot
I push the gas
With nimble foot
To the next city
The next town
Strum the guitar
Making
Fans
With sounds
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
Some days are raindrops
Sparkling under rooftops
Other days are wet and heavy
Weighing down
On mind and soul
Caught in hand
Then let go
Morals low and high
Splashed with city water
On my mouth side
Competition wanes complicates
Waning on in many days
Lungs
Feet
Hands
Sore
We made our way on the eastern shore
We wake up every morning and ask for more
Pedals pushing hearts bumping
We ask simple question
Answers looming
Under the winter storm
Warmness yearning
We wake
We rise
We take
Opportunities blooming
So unsophisticated
Unassuming
We wake up
We rise
We take
After many pains, deliberations, and delays
We are finally ready to make our way
To NYC and the east coast
We packed our bags
But still left most
Of what we owned behind
Tight car little time
Here we go
I-80 and the turnpike
I pray it clear with no ice
And we hope to make New York city
By night
–
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
Late Night Disdain
–
Late night disdain
Where bloodshot eyes
With tiny red vanes
Are the common strain
Overdoing every simple task
Trying to stretch each moment
To get a little more
Than the last
This bloodshot haze has me
Gripped and held
I must find a bed
So my body can be held
And sleep
Turn wake
And sleep
A Cup of Songwriting 