Here we are in Washington D.C.
Watching the change of the guards
On guard
It is going to be a day
Not to be remembered
But just another day
Unfortunately not a great day
Just a below average day
A Below Average Day
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Off Goes 2016
Off goes 2016
A year of changes
Losses
Rearranging
A year of new
Shuffling out the old
Somehow I reflect on my own words
I have written
Some I left out in the cold
New words will come with time
Time to behold
Gather the Charades
Gather the charades
Words sassy and icky
Unbound from the sound
Of a letter passing through our mouths
A royal kettle cooking
New ingredients
Indecent
If your enemy of an enemy
Is your friend
How can we content each other
Strange bedfellows to follow
How can the world swallow
Such indifference and insensitive hopes
Let’s gather the charades
And know
That the words themselves
Are our hope
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
Muddle by Technology
Muddle and confusion
Marry the mellow quiet
With ruptured sounds of a digital empress
Defiant of the status quo
Holding on to the last of what was
What we used to know
The cell phone rings
Elbows locked in admiration
Swing around the border
Of the new order
Tech first feeling second
Defiant I remane
But I wonder what the world would be
With no technology
Would we be more advanced
If we were connected by glance
Instead of digital connection
A tacit code of life
Implied by technical lines
We are breakable and weak
In the eye of technology
Just on the Outskirts
Bradley is a happy man
He falls asleep on the island
To the sound of a bellowing fog horn
Cutting through the air as rich as worn leather
He awakes to coffee that envelops him
With a hug
Rather than a mere raspy handshake
He is content on the coast
Billowing up steam from a morning roast
Falling asleep as the fog crosshatches the eve sky
Across the bay
Happy till the day he may day
Rent control his eternal protection
Umbrella’s held in rather polite distinction
Humanity’s bustle he has no strict participation
Watching the sunrise
Heightened by windy anticipation
However the wind blows
On the edge of the sleepy little beach town
Bradley has it right
Bradley is a happy man
Just on the outskirts of San Fran
Abandoned Winds
–
Abandoned winds
Trademark holiday fields
Bursting with light greens
From the depth of winter snow beams
Unsettled video consultation
Hair covered over face salutation
Embark Blindly
29
The final hours down
I can’t say I regret much
Although loosing
Loved ones was rough
A full decade to reflect
Looking back at life’s intersect
Even as I fine tooth comb inspect
I am happy
Moving forward and not leaning back
Bursting at the seems
With high impact
I embark upon 30
30
It takes a moment to set in
Realize the final ringing of the bell
Not an ending
But a closing
Reaching back at this point
Has no meaning
Worthless in my attempts
My vain grabs at last seconds commence
As ten years of live conclude
I had counted down the months
Since I knew
27 turned 28
No big deal
28 turned 29
No 30 was in sight
And tonight
Tonight it sits quite real
Real indeed
It came so quick on my
With high velocity speed
So I reject with no anger or remorse
I will let time do it’s just course
Submit to the seconds that will bring about change
In my mind, body, and soul
I will celebrate my own growing old
But as these last moments unfold
I hope that I can do better in the next ten
No regrets
But not letting up
Seeing the next decade to the end
Age brings about wisdom
Which in turn sets me free
As I embark blindly
Upon the journey
Of turning 30
Light of the Wren – Chase the Sun
Profuse and too many to count
The Austin suns beams
Bending over hills
Setting over the Western runs
The sun
Like a wren
Of the new world
Singing its praises
As the daylights time
Comes due
The city’s unique song
Lingers in my ears
Joy to my heart
Warmth to my limbs
We come limping in at 3 AM
From a wrathful road of flurries
To a fresh morning
As crisp as gently plucked berries
Scandalous in the evening sun
Slipping a cloth lightly over the door
As we embark on the city
Once more
As we disengage the night and snore
We then wake again
When the closing time comes
We set out and chase the sun
Wiley Uncertain Progress
We were safe for a couple days
Laid up down south
And feeling strange
Unusual rather than usual
Not pampered but
Taken care of
As a musician this is luxury
Unknown
Until this moment
We behold
My wife and I relish in
Wiley uncertain progress
But today we hold each other close
Knowing we have a certain relaxation
Safe in moments exhalations
We cherish the wild open future
And relish the present
A Cup of Songwriting 