There is a tree
That grows in the desert
Around a house
Where it is pleasant
All things held constant
It can survive the brutal summers
And winters night
Desert Tree
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Waning
Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old
Another Take
Another take
Staying awake
My mind roams
When it gets to late
So in a hurry
I push the buttons
Most the tiem
I don’t even know
What’s coming
Diana Road
Left on Hillcrest
Off on Dunes Highway
Over the tracks
On
The near side
There is a place
Where my family resides
Off the beach
With no sand
That is where my family land
Bored
So bored
The routine
Grabs me
Sits me down
Holds me in attention
For now
I focus
On the path forward
Into the future
My Own Eyes
My own
Eyes
Have seen
Opportunity
Have seen struggle
Tough times
Amidst the good
A mixed bag
Not always what I wanted
But what it should
Be
A Frontier
A frontier
I stand upon
Either the winds
Or the mountains
Know me by name
In this distant mindset
All is the same
One day
At
A
Time
Express Religion
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving Graces
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen
Up Town
On the town
Their is a place
To go
When the world grows
Weary in your eyes
When the sun rises
Feelings anew
Coffee in New York City
Is the best place to remember
That life is a continuum
Of the new and old
When the world looks back
To say thanks
For all you have grown
