The good ones go
Before it’s time
While the bodies grows
Yet the spirit in never old
Where the good ones go
It seems a bit early
In retrospect
Never when you would expect
How Tom Petty
Shaped my own youth
Hopes going on
Though the window
When these souls
Pass through our world
We can only reflect
Hold on to the memories true
For we all lost a good one
We wish the legends the best
As they make their way through
Trust us
The people
The workers
Bakers
Musicians
Let trust run in the people
Not the controller
The ruler
In the everyday
Neighbor
Let’s trust one another
Stop the clutter
And trust
Each other
Crickets call out
In a late night orchestra
Rising from the fog
Leaving from the trees
Summers eve will fall
Into autumn
But not tonight
The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
Back from the depths
Of despair and loathing
My mind settles
On a rate
More running
Then floating
Bring in days new and open
In the wide open
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
Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
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
A renewed time for optimism
Skepticism
Pessimism
What “ism” should we implore
Tied together and bound to the tracks
What we have lost in hope
Our empathy lacks
From the top to the bottom
Of the stack
I wish more for 2017
A new goal with a new vision
Unity and prosperity
Over division
How to get there I am uncertain
A thick curtain pulled over the stage
Stage set
Set now I sit
Waiting the coming performance
A Cup of Songwriting 