Back at it again
It’s the name of the game
Fears and road blocks
Float away like melodies
Melodies in the easy wind
I come back to the writing
Uneasy and writhing
But the words fall from my mind
To my hand
Drift from a lovers hope
All the way back up the rope
I start back up
Like a stiff old startup
Rise up
And write again
How many words can fit in this line
So many life experiences
In so little time
Underlined by growth
Participation
In the whole world
As a congregation
To sum up the last weeks adventures
I would have to surrender some details
Only focus on what come initially
Practically rather than brilliantly
I have flown over the ocean
Swam in the French Rivera
Been pummeled by rain
Been in a plane scared
Taken a train
Halfway across Europe
Eaten dinner out of small tin cups
Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea
Seen things
I probably shouldn’t have seen
Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains
While lovers kissed
Made friends
In true simpleness
Had conversations well past the finish line
Share a romance well past my time
All of these images
Are hard to fit in the lines
But I try
As the world changes my eyes
All things constant under the wool sky
Hard to imagine
That my body is not the same
As five years ago
There is no blue print plan
Mentality expands
Trading wisdom for youth
I don’t recognize the latter
In a picture
Or anything for the matter
Music a new pathway sends
Seeing sunsets through revitalized lens
How is it that I can be the same
Not feeling anything the same
Physically all new
Just the name
Is the one part that stays the same
Yet my mind continues on a linear path
For it is a wonderful question to ask
How we can rebirth ourselves
Yet maintain the constant roots
Even when I awake before the dew
It is still me
It is still you
The fast food fascination
Greasy hand salutation
Black fingernail sludge
With no regard
Just a lopsided smudge
How many mouths enjoy
What the corporate supply chain
Has fed down the drain
From this repulsive trap
We consume such meat
Prestige as if it where a treat
Not one question is asked
Until the collective conscience
Is fully grasped
Then we become more aware
More in tune
Of what is going on in the room
By then our bellies are full of antibiotics
The green eyed optics
Somehow we agreed to this tender
Although we never saw
The face of the sender
Plug me in
Thoughts outside the program
Are the ultimate sin
Emotions are fouls
As older feels
Under the jowls
We are now bread to be emotionless
Plug in technology
Meaningless
How is it
That the one trait
That secures our own humanistic state
Is now to be sought out
Shot down
Not welcomed
Frowned
The highest sense of awareness
Is trumped by sedentariness
Now generations are called to the lowest
Common denominator
I hold my emotions with pride
It is what makes humanity real on the inside
Robotic eclectic humanistic
Is not for me
Realistic
So I will stay unplugged
In the most literal sense
Connected human sense
Until I am not allowed
Where do lost dreams go
From the heads of dreamers
To the world outflow
Do dreams dry up and fall away
Do dreams pack up on a rainy day
Is there a collection of dreams
On the other side of time
Or gently recycled
What was once yours
Is now mine
Do dreams rest well below the sand
Never to be unearthed or seen again
Fall like autumn leaves on a cold day
Raked together and thrown away
Or do they linger around
Like the smell of smoke in an old town car
Can you see them trying to survive
Like summer grass planted late in July
Do they hold any hope of reimurging
Like dreams floating up and resurging
Or do dreams walk away quietly
Not disrupting the feelings inside me
Or do they burn out bright and wildly
Dreams exist
Dreams must not die
It gives me hope
To run fast or fly
Some are real
Some uncertain
Take the time
Pull back the curtain
In each of us I am certain
Behind humanities weary seam
We will find
Each one of us has a dream
Out the window
A new view
Of a city on the northern end
Sunswept USA
Cloudy holding pattern
On the skies of gray
Friends of one another
Iron clad stories conversations
Happy and sad
Feet popping out of sandals
Summer fires are now past due
Which leaves just me and you
In this cafe
Flipping crisp new pages
A delicate smell of expensive hand wash
Worn about the white room
Back on the open road soon
For now we swoon each other
With mellow mugged coffee to croon sweet into
I see the headlines
Death and violence
Run rampantly
The morning
I crack my eyes open
As the world bombards me
All this violence
Is all my eyes see
Violence for fame
Violence as a game
Violence on Social Media
Violence is what the media is feeding you
Or have we become more barbariac
In the way we live
Willing to do whatever it takes
Taking other lives
Even though it is not ours to give
Guns
So many guns
We fear each other now
More than the burning flame in the sky
The sun
Daughters and sons
We are all one of the above
We can not fate hate with hate
Rather with love
The barges float along Lake Michigan
Full of metals heavy and rusted
As the sun sets up the day
The water subdued
What natures made
We undue
The smokey waves of Ogden Dunes
On the horizon set
Cast iron red eaves
Made with crashing steam
It’s a night in the lake of industry
Set in a land of
Beautiful infamy
The sun hides
Behind distant clouds
A shroud of cover
Of mist and dew
I stand firm on the land
My mind on you
A Cup of Songwriting 