Fears and hope
All mixed together
In on moment
Of letting go
Growing Up
Not growing old
Ride the train home
When the timing is just right
So the doors will open and
Step into the night
Goodnight City
Reply
Tag Archives: music
One More Thought
Let it out
Like the springs of a midwestern lake
Filling a giant whole
With a reserve of water
Let it flow
Like East River
Of the Hudson
Rolling into the ocean
Up the state
One more thought on this theme
And we are off
Off we go
Delays in Night
Delayed
Unfettered display
Of reckless disregard
On guard
Words with no meaning
Indecisive
Backward leaning
Back in the night
When the sun lies low
That is where the weak prosper
The forbidding go
The Lake Lays
The lake lays
Awake
While we sleep
Lapping waves
On the shores
Of the Indiana shores
With dunes and beaches
Summer will evaporate
While the lake lies
Awaits a new summer
In a deep winter freeze
Take a Break
Walk away
Start anew
From Tuesday blues
To Wednesday new
Hold on to new days
No matter what anyone says
Hope is best in moderation
Don’t let go
When optimism is lost
It may not come back
Gone drifting into the black
Hold on to what is true
Hold this day
Anew
Back to Words
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
Chaos Control
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
Sleep Mantra
Goodnight lights
Off to bed
Stories of the day
Drift off in my head
Waltz away from worry
And into the night
Five deep breathes
Everything will be alright
How Long Can it Go Wrong
Is there a limit to wrong
At some point is it all gone
The ability to screw things up
Over and over again and again
Writer repeat send
How many letters do we need to not have
To read anymore
How long can it all go wrong
A day
A year
Eternity
Affirm me
Please that is not a possibility
Impossible
But possibly
I guess it could go on eternally
I will wait
And see
Distracted Attractions
Oh what questionable distractions
Attractive as first glance
Quaint and uneasy
Under examined
The sun
The sky
The moon lit nights
Palm trees
Oh the goodness of distraction
The fruitfulness of sanity
Returned from a distant place
Now and again
My distracted zen
A Cup of Songwriting 