Friend and moments
Time and history
What changes ahead and lies behind
Can be one great mystery
From meeting to realizing
From analyzing to growing
Friendships have a way of outlasting
While the mind keeps going
But at some point distance can be too great
Challenges and differences to obtuse
That is when some friends just have
To cut loose
But friendships change as do all living creatures
If history be true
This surely it will teach us
Fast impact
With little for sustain
Sustenance or compounded frame
How can we be so quick
To change
Change judgement
Words
Rearrange meanings and then
Come back to the same
What is it that can revolve
A door then disappear in moments
How can this happen overnight
Into the bright light
No one has it right
No one has it right
I cry cowardly over my leather shoes
The moan of hateful speech
Beacons a new wrath
The exotic clover has grown
Dried up and shriveled
Bequeathed
For the next generation
A sensational generation
My hope and dream
So I do my part in planting hope and optimism
Even in this world of ever deep division
Our hopes and dreams
Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers
Have been squandered away
On cheap things
Friendly conversation
Unfriendly results
Pushing on with dismal assaults
It’s a bad look
With bad intention
Negative interations
The ultimate dissension
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
Another day
Another poem
Today I wonder what has held me back in life
The fear of something that does not exist
The fear of falling somewhere I can not
I can no longer have these fears control my heart
I must control me
That is truly what must be
For me to grow and develop
Into what can be
What should be
Rather than what can not
I must forget the past
Create a new future
Not controlled by fears or constraints
For what I believed became my reality
This real world defined me
It is time for a sea change
The salty breeze on the shoulder of the new me
This is where I will now live
Free from fear and darkness
Full of life and adventure
That is the real me
A Cup of Songwriting 