Creating Context

No one will sing my song

Others create

Borrow or steal

But my voice sings my life story

It must be from my own lips

Sung

Creating context for understanding this mess

Owning these words whether they be of beauty

Or of restlessness

It is my mission to create my story

No other hands have created

This life of simple strands

Woven around complex webs

Of inner circle steps

So no one will push my pen

My life’s commitment to the end

To be committed and honest

So I can be fully created

Life, lived, created lines

Easy or frustrated

 

Slip and Slide of Lethargy

Information technology

Slip and slide of lethargy

Connected eyes

With screens to see

Distracting cells of energy

I pull away empathetically

Hoping for some new life in me

How is it that machines can lock in

On holding tight to my time and skin

Settle my movements and actions

Taking me into dead satisfaction

I am weary of these offers

Video games makes normal

The martyrs

So I will walk away

Until the next day

The lights illuminate my face again

Time on the Run

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

So long gone

So many more to come

Hours pass like minutes

Days pass like hours

Weeks pass like days

Months pass like weeks

Years pass like months

Growing up

Time on the run

I must settle myself

Settle these days down

To take in the beauty all around

Keep looking up

Only check once to look down

 

Swollen Skies

Growing up

Under swollen skies

Making changes

In our parents eyes

Commitments made

Growing mistakes

We just have to do

Whatever it takes

I watch you grow

You watch me

We help each other stay

From as low as life

Can be

We wake up together

To see another day

Whether its the sun

Or the rain

We grew up under swollen skies

When the rain fell

It pulled the tears out of our eyes

Yet we pushed through

I get to see a new face

Through the rain anew

I am honored and proud

To be your husband

Under these dark rain clouds

Hard to Imagine

Its hard to imagine

Yet easy to see

Life grown

From sea to sea

City coast on eastern suns

To the simple life

Of farm living

What we see

Is what we are giving

The floors kept with field extras

Bugs, birds, dirt and all

We are held up

While the road calls

Be on your way

Where it takes us

Not for us to say

 

Reminiscent and Familiar

Coffee and smoked salmon

Lingers in my mouth

I reach for the ignition of my car

Live lived with the simple pleasures

The caffeine

Protein

Keep me alive

Awake

For trips near and far

Reminiscent and familiar

I have learned each city

By the letters that spell the name

Some far off distant

Others very much the same

The dash must be 108

Indiana summer feels so hot today

The leather scorching to touch

I grab my seat belt

Roasted in the reflecting sun

I quickly pull my hand back

Take a deep breathe

Very close to home

Yet ever far away

As the sweat drips down my face

This Memorial Day

Constant Race

The constant race

Of the human race

Coming face to face

With realities

Of what will Be

What will not be

Committed to a community

Of people breathing and sleeping

Communicating all sensations

Of creations

Temptations

Frustrations

Sharing with each other

The ideas of lovers

People hate

Other continue to love

We work well

On a Wednesday swell

Of the city

On the ground

In the NYC Town

The Dust Migration

How can dust exist in such plethora

Consuming humans in black filth

Penetrating apartments with stealth

What is the creator

The destroyer

Yet it plooms from every

Vehicle brimming black and burdened

From the backs of trucks

Tossed lightly into the air

To begin it journey

Destination unknown

Yet it flies just softly enough

Through the screens

Into our homes

Where it land

Collects friends

Possibly propagates

Until we have the motivation to cleanse

Purging our home from such creations

Out the shoot

And back into the circle

Of the dust migration

Misrepresented Presumption

Over time

Challenges will get easier

But I have lived under the

Misrepresented presumption

I assumed with all known gumption

That somehow

It would get easy

But easier does not imply easy

Easy implies lack of trying

Lack of trying implies lack of caring

So life for me

Will never be easy

Nor would I want it to be

If difficult becomes easier

It becomes manageable

Not easy

Manageable means you still

Must give your best

Under new conditions

Yet the same test

But the false truth

That life would get easy

Was misleading me

Tempting me

Causing me more harm than known

Holding me back from where

I could have grown

I now know and understand

That the true tests of being a man

Will never be easy

And I hope they never will

I hope life continues to test my growing

Will

But I will learn

I will grow

Taking each passing test as I go

Life will never be easy

I will accept all challenges

With greatness of eager

With hope one day

These great challenges

Will be just a bit

Easier

 

 

 

Rush, Rush, Hurry

Rush

Rush

Hurry

Nothing is worse than

The rush

The bustle of peoples muscles

Pounding pavement

Pushing gas pedals

Standing in Subways

Rush

Rush

Hurry

Don’t let the mind sway or worry

Make it out in traffic

Sit and wait

Just to see if you can take

The

Rush

Rush

Hurry