The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
Mean a Thing
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Desperation of Desolation
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
Day to Be
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
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
The Rally Cry of the Tired
The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
11:57
11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
Articulate Assembling
Articulate assembling
Summer salad created
Hands willfully picking the pieces
Assembling the creation at hand
Southern Indiana type of man
Years spent on the eastern seaboard
Now looking a bit more windward
Back against the jet stream
And to the midwest
Now creating companies with goals set
A man and his discovery
Looking for hopeful engagements
And full recovery
We sit for dinner
My wife and I
Engaged from side to side
Discussing his next adventure
From the countryside
A home set off in the distance
Off the country roads in existence
We discuss possibilities of new futures
I wish I could have seen this sooner
Just on the Outskirts
Bradley is a happy man
He falls asleep on the island
To the sound of a bellowing fog horn
Cutting through the air as rich as worn leather
He awakes to coffee that envelops him
With a hug
Rather than a mere raspy handshake
He is content on the coast
Billowing up steam from a morning roast
Falling asleep as the fog crosshatches the eve sky
Across the bay
Happy till the day he may day
Rent control his eternal protection
Umbrella’s held in rather polite distinction
Humanity’s bustle he has no strict participation
Watching the sunrise
Heightened by windy anticipation
However the wind blows
On the edge of the sleepy little beach town
Bradley has it right
Bradley is a happy man
Just on the outskirts of San Fran
Life for Living
–
The city life is for the living
Night becomes day
Day becomes night
With no differentiation
Souls worn in
Changed with no hesitation
The city builds one day after the other
The great manifestation
I will go to the fields
Farms and lakes
While the city drives away
Never stopping to say
Hello or goodbye
It simply runs
All day
All night
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