A mind scattered
Pulled apart and tattered
Will make not one noise when shattered
Yet others will wonder and chatter
With him there is something wrong
Something must be the matter
But no words will be used to flatter
My uneasy life matters
Tapping
Easy street walking
A dogs life lived
Without even talking
Fur wrapped
Full out ball gown
This was once a wild puppy
Found wondering the town
Now he sits on chairs perched high
Upon may fathers lap he found a home
My mother went along
Because her feelings had grown
For this little puppy
We found on the street
Now a new family member
A part of our family to keep
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
Where can we turn
When the world turning around
The world we created
Falls down
We fail us
Celebrities casting cosmic dust
On a race of humanity
Yet at times so inhumane
Full of disdain
Pains
Me to see this travesty
All around
In the papers
Insidious creatures from the ground
Clown
With my future
Its subversive to even ask now
Why there is such a break down
In race negotiations
Legitimate marriage situations
Crime in big cities
I need some good news
Something so good I can not refuse
The beauty of the love we all share
We share it somewhere
Just not in the headlines
More so in the outerlines
Humanity is great than celebrity
Is greater than these travesties
Is greater than cheap obscenity
And I hold this hope
To be true
The bags are full
On the hardwood floors
My wife looks at me
“I’m not sure I can do this anymore”
Life is rough
Getting ready for the road
But when opportunity calls
We know no more
Than to go
Repair the wounds
And hope for a full room
The lessons we learned
The muscles we have conditioned
For a true living condition
And we push on
I’d rather be lying than say it
The city can frustrate
Illustrate the non city perks
In Manhattan on a hot summer spurt
Oak tables decorated elaborately
Tightly held collars creased with summer heat
In the subways
Not a getaway as much as an oven
Leaves my mind wandering
Of the lakes outside the Midwest
Only too relinquish my summer request
For now I tango with 90 in New York City
Trying to keep cool in the shade
Of 180 10th street
Stay inside to supercedes the heat
There are times I would rather be
On the lakes of the great state
Than on the city streets
The ridiculous news to report
Healthcare says it wants to hike rates
It was ill prepared
For how ‘sick’ the new customers are
This made my stomach turn
A giant corporate entity
Does not even know the US people
That it serves
Serving up new rates is what
They want to do
They don’t care to care for anyone
Other than themselves
No soft word can put this injustice down
We pay companies
That don’t want to care for anyone
That doesn’t foster the bottom line
Mother Theresa said she saw
The worst of poverty in the US
And we try to make changes
With corporate billions that don’t want to care
For the sick and elderly
Surely they have capitalized on our culture
With no intent to give back
Rather sneak a little more
We must understand that people are sick
Sick and tired
And it is our calling to care
So that we in turn can be cared for
It makes me sick
To see the headlines
That healthcare officials
Had no idea how sick people really are
They should cut a vacation and do something for once
Take care of the US people
This may be a little heavy
I will try to keep my hand steady
I just wanted to inquire
Not for me
But for the others around me
Has your mind been
Assaulted by thoughts of suicide
As my father
I know we have never fallen too far
From the tree
My brothers and I
We struggle with life’s
Pull and subside
But I wonder if we
Have all struggled together
The same feeling from the same
Family line
Somehow if we struggle together
It makes it seem
Alright
All I really wanted
Was to hold you
Hold you tight
All I really needed
Was to love you
With all my life
A Cup of Songwriting 