Chicago CST
Central Standard
I keep on planning
To make my way
To the Windy City
Last the cornfield to the north
Passes
Before the lake approaches
A feeling
Of lost but
Not stolen
Chicago
On my mind
As I head that way
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Tag Archives: Los Angeles
Ventura and Sunset
There is a place
I wish to go
When the snow gets cold
When the sun is
Grey with clouds
Obstructing the way
Out on the western edge
Way west
Just past Ventura
And Sunset
In January
Eve of February
Take me there
Evening sweet
Western Coffee Cup
The western coffee cup
Above the border
Where the wind is mild
And peaceful
Where the palms
Sway late into the night
Los Angeles
Abounds
When the western coffee cup
Is had west of town
Tree Save Us
The trees save us
Deliver us from our
Own perils
As we fall prey to
The toxins
We emit everyday
A tree
Can save us
As it has before
Growing from the ground floor
Taking us under its shade
Please save us trees today
A Rotten Destiny
A rotten destiny
Filled with blasphemy
Blaming infamy
Of tyranny
On the everyday man
And woman
Even
And odd
But when people die
Not even the truth can imply
That responsibility is ours
Behind these bars
I scream
Bravery and Shutdown
Bravery and shutdown
The juxtaposition
Of nature’s
Vs
Nurture
How our composure
Is tested
For our future
Are we brave
As we brace
For the changes
Of a slowing race
You tell me
Abundant Contradiction
The abundant contradiction
Flows unknowingly
Flowingly
From the words of misguided souls
In words we see
The eternity
Of fluid
Lies
From the lips of
Cold settled
Hearts
Contradictions abound
While the wind that moves
Through our lips
Make the sound
Favor Folk Music
Favor folk music
Stories and lines
Mixed up intertwined
Amongst the Nasville Skyline
To the Manhattan Subway
The flavor to favor
The music in the air
Folk music stories
Take me there
Sympathetic Facade
A sympathetic facade
For the problems I don’t understand
In worlds unlike my own
My experiences limited
To the places I’ve gone
My external demeanor
With attention acute
As with a scientific procedure
I procure emotions
Detect shared moments
And respond in kind
With no tired hounds
Under my eyes
With time
The faces seem strange
Yet odd
With a distant and cold
Sympathetic facade
The Linear Bus
Is there space on the bus
Moving in one straight line
In space and time
All along
While the bell rings
From the yellow line
All the way down the roads
As the old chains creek and pull
The linear bus and its passengers
Freewheeling
At last
A Cup of Songwriting 