Early morning callings
Waking up from dreams
Rain hits glass soft clipping steam
I think of what 2015 brings
2014 brought many things
New life
Loss of life
Friends
Reminding me that not every new year
Is your friend
But with age comes time
And with time age
Lives are born
While others taken away
So I lay in bed
2 days into the new year
Hope for the best
Hold back my fears
Of what time may bring me
with the New Year
Barring my specialized field
Ups and downs
From town to town
The inconsistent yield
Making my mind weathered thin
Confused from the state I am in
Suit ties and holiday parties
Mind wandering
I have put to test my net worth
On the field of song
For what it’s worth
Money comes and goes and
Slides through the holes in my clothes
Said a singer of great prose
I hold on to where the world goes
Underwhelmed by humanities desire
For love of art and thinking higher
With lost love
Heart wrenched and hammered
But we give all we have
To try to escape
The new standard
The slightest hesitation
Bound up in eternal
Procrastination
One moment later
Can be a true difference maker
When realizing what will be my mark
Leftover when I am through
Will I have waited
For some long awaited hopes
Or woken at dawn
To climb the morning ropes
Destiny has to relation
For those caught up
In hesitation
Everything I need is right here in front of me
My hands, eyes, hope, desire
Everything I can use to bring myself higher
Hard work is the barrier
Constraining my own ethic
I feel that I have now realized this simple truth
What you focus on grows
What you forget about goes away with old
So I must refocus on what is in front of me
All the tools I need
Are surrounding me
Asking me
I will answer
Some details are always secret
Frustrating and deliberate
Held back with animosity
Towards the roaming misfit
Truth is never quite told
Lies sleekly avoided
News spread through lies spun
Then voided
I hope to deal with such grace
That I can overcome dealing with
The real face
Of a roaming misfit
Hold my tongue in place
For when he shows up to my door
Waiting for the embrace
I will hold back the words true and harsh
Hoping for something more contained and smart
But the webs we weave
Some to build
Others to deceive
I know this now more than before
So I will smile with reserve
When this man shows up to my door
Information technology
Slip and slide of lethargy
Connected eyes
With screens to see
Distracting cells of energy
I pull away empathetically
Hoping for some new life in me
How is it that machines can lock in
On holding tight to my time and skin
Settle my movements and actions
Taking me into dead satisfaction
I am weary of these offers
Video games makes normal
The martyrs
So I will walk away
Until the next day
The lights illuminate my face again
Growing up
Under swollen skies
Making changes
In our parents eyes
Commitments made
Growing mistakes
We just have to do
Whatever it takes
I watch you grow
You watch me
We help each other stay
From as low as life
Can be
We wake up together
To see another day
Whether its the sun
Or the rain
We grew up under swollen skies
When the rain fell
It pulled the tears out of our eyes
Yet we pushed through
I get to see a new face
Through the rain anew
I am honored and proud
To be your husband
Under these dark rain clouds
Between me and you
I want to know
Who can sing the blues
No care for stories or background
Just the way your voice sounds
So sweet is the irony
For
Back when the blues were constructed
Even now as the legends are being inducted
To the halls of fame
There story was never boring
Never quite lame
The story of these greats
Could make you pause
Even wait
To hear the next lyric
The next verse
To know what adverse
Conditions these men and women faced
We can not reduce this music
To technicalities and perfection
It has been hard born
Since the moment of its inception
I see the value in entertainment
But its straining my understanding
Of what music is
So I fall back to some classic blues
Stories from long ago
And I remember
That music is the sound
That makes life
Enjoyable
Luck
Is the intersection
Of preparation
And opportunity
Reckless texting
Walking talking
Ignoring the morning
No meaning in evening
The mental metal
Push fingers racing
Waited and wasted
No time spent elated
Eye’s ignore the skies
The beauty they hold
Lies
A Cup of Songwriting 