Life in New York City
Held up by pasta
Dishes on Sunday nights
With a distant tune
Playing us into the eve
As our fears melted away
While the cars honk their horns
Sunday Italian Food
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Tag Archives: Los Angeles
My Style Lifestyle
A style of living
Not to be confused with
Ambient feelings
Minimalism in the moment
Of life and detection
My hope is that the work
Of white walls and planted vases
Will mean a more meaningful life
In its place
Shoes of Dirt
Late night load in
With slippery clay
Under the foot
With a storm on the way
Get in the room
Soon
As the rain falls swift
And the lighting boom
Shoes of dirt lie on the carpet
Drying
As the sun is gone
And the crickets are vying
Ceasefire
If we can’t work together
Then there is no path forward
Nothing for us to look
Forward to
Seeing each other through
In a day
When all the words seem
To melt away
Into the deep grey unknown
Looking for the world
Seeking a home
With each other
One as one
Each our sister
Each our brother
Breaks of Thunder
Breaks of thunder
A mile south
Of downtown
Around a bend
In a field
That is where the sounds
Are hurled
On a Monday night
Confusing Musings
Confusing musings
Of the art
Of distraction
Artificial attraction
The powerful few
Direct their efforts
To distract
The main crew
Abstractions of actions
And intent
No actions made
No messages sent
So how to tell the truth
Of the few
When lying is a standard
Act of the new forces
What I Knew
What I knew
I had to relearn
Over And over
Again
Blasted Temptation
Blasted temptation
A wide as a mile
As potent
Fragile
Hope looks up
Desperation down
Looking for the good
Sometimes
Even gets me down
The Metered Approach
A metered approach
When the pain
Meets the brain
In moments of doubt
And confusion
Slowed down
To adapt to the motion
Listening to the muscles
Listening to the brain
Moving slow
When we are in pain
Hope Check
Send the check
As fast as you can
Hand it over
Just as we planned
Cover the bull
And the bill
Some loose change will do
Hold up the hundred so you can see
Through
Hope check sent in the mail
Held onto and saved
To a forest path
It has been paved
A Cup of Songwriting 