There is a place
On the magnificent fresh ocean
A sore in the mouth
Of natures waters
Where the air is thick
Stagnant
With flames set back
Omnipotent
Dissident
How the waters lap the shores
Breezing down the sores
Of the Burns Harbor woods
Where the pigs dump toxins
For us all to eat
In our tiny worlds
Where we have no control
On the shores of a lake
Thousands of years
Old
Differing Views
Same facts
Different News
Ratchet up the hammers
Bring down the walls
The new man in town
Is coming for us all
The lessons we learned
As kids growing up
I guess were not that important
When push comes to shove
No need to be honest and true
Be pithy and small
Fight dirty and don’t rise above
The world views love with contempt
Hate with affection
How did we get set
In this most deviant direction
What can the individual do
Continue to see our own paths through
When the world seems small
I guess it’s up to me and you
What we will decide when everything around us
Is new
Don’t late hate win
Even though it is what grew
Out of these moments
Stay true to each other
Love and be honest
The best in us
Will always come through
Old neighborhood
New shops
Old coffee joint
New faces
Same land
New roads
Old places
Where we used to go
The only consistency
Is change
Old setups
Now rearranged
Accept what moves on without you
Accept the little things
And the big ones too
Know that consistency is impossible
Ideally unreliable
Know the new faces
Know the new names
The harder you try to resist
The harder your fall
And more the pain
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
Hello
Back again
I am
How is it that when
The open road calls
The mind goes quiet
Simply put
But back in my chair
Armed with new ideas
Opportunities
New experiences from
Across the country
Again I write
I reunite with a friend
I truly
Begin again
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
For every step of progress
I feel I regress
For every advance
I retreat
There is no perfect balance
That I can keep
No way to create perfection
Keep the lies from a second
Resurrection
Days where weights feel constrained
On my neck
My throat
I go to yell and all I have is a moan
I go to scream
Nothing more than a thin veiled beam
I don’t believe in conspiracy theory
But here we are
Saluting the one percenters
While we are sent cascading into our own graves
Way down
Where the banks collect our clothes
Where the dollar man knows our home
There is no protection
When the problems of insufficient funds
Makes it’s final connection
How did we get to a place of such
Deadly extremes
Some blow up Bentley’s
While other can’t keep up
It seems
Today I fear my future
For more progress means more indebtedness
How can I pull through
When it all seems too much
I get a rush of blood
To my head
I must start again
Create my own hope and go forward
Look to the sky
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Hope will come
Success will come
It has to come
Or we are all to be undone
A Cup of Songwriting 