Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
Not always looking forward
To the kind of approach
You want
Rather a bit of back attention
Is required
When the hope is to make it
A full display
Of words and puzzles
Are on the way
Another way
Starts with another approach
To another day
Feeling frustrated
Is only alleviated
With actions
To set a course of correction
To put yourself out there
With no hopes of protection
Another way exists
Out here in life
We just have to find it
Before we find the
Afterlife
It might not be alright
It might be tough
The evening sunset
Was full of rust
That fell in my eyes
As I gazed upon it
The glaze had fallen of the sky
Into a hazy crimson
Shadow of the sun
How that night began
I would not have wanted to begun
But the lavender night rolled
In the evening gently
As the cold air
Crisp as it lays low in the fields
The lavender night
Is bringing me a feeling
That I can heal
Can I return hope
Where it was created
Or lost
In a moment
In the dark
I have a lack of hope
For the future
But yet
Some still lingers about
Unpublished
And unheard
My words
Fall short
When they could
Be bold
In paperback
Or in print
But to me
It’s not important
What is
Is the process of creation
To practice
Daily
With patience
So I am set on that front
Nothing more that I want
More feelings
Than I know
What to do with
In a hope
To go through
With
The good ones
And hold back the
Not so good
How now
To know
When everything
Should happen
Could happen
Is happening
Right now
Endless paths
Can be taken
Could be obstructed
Or could be open
I guess we only know
When we go
Can we exchange the two
Is it possible
To unscrew
The cap
And replace the two?
A Cup of Songwriting 