The hills
Way above the city
Where the dense fog lay
Is a town
Sleepy and slow
With shadows over the town
Trees and roads
Wind carelessly
Through hills and valleys
We rest upon these hills
And regain
Strength
The hills
Way above the city
Where the dense fog lay
Is a town
Sleepy and slow
With shadows over the town
Trees and roads
Wind carelessly
Through hills and valleys
We rest upon these hills
And regain
Strength
Spilled milk on the Red Line
Veins of white
Rush down the floor
“That ain’t mine”
The lady with two hats on yells
The man
Visibly exhausted with his head back
Is not one inch close to conscious
As the white pours through the isle
Pictures being snapped
A moment catches
The woman with the bike laughs
Late night Red Line
Public transportation
Strange spilled iterations
As the winds wind through
The tunnels
Below the streets
Of L.A.
The desperate times
Desperate measures
Come up with something good
A productive measure
In times worn thin
As the veil of light
Through the morning curtains
We have to continue to
Rely on food decisions
To set us right
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Aches and pains
Strange held hands
In a cold rain
Under red skies
Under falling leaves
In a lake
Not a sea
The aches and pains
Cities and lanes
Riding in the cars
Remain the same
Prepare
Rehearse
Ask questions
What takes time
Has time to grow
Waiting for high times
The world we know
Holding hands and making plans
For the uncertainty of life will not own
Us
While we prepare ourselves
For the high times
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
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
What is taken away
Raked away with hope
Diamond true
My eyes lay on you
Hope in your wind blown heart
Each and every part of us
Has been taken away with little seeds
Of anxiety
Highly anticipated
The news will arise from the dark
Our live will rise
From the bellows
From the bellows
What happens next
Such a stupid fang
A wrong clip
At the wrong moment
Who claims to be the relative opponent
Maybe it’s the rub of the grape
Fermented a bit too long
Alcohol preserved now
No going back to the old way
It’s just a stupid fang
Teeth I am not proud of
Moments lacking in empathy
Writing wistfully
Hopefully
But these fangs are not going away anytime soon
What is the feisty destiny of this fang tooth