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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
Sea Change
Tomorrow is a fine day
Tonight might fine too
A decade of life seen
All the way through
But a change is coming
Way out at sea
As I prepare for 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
Scintillating and Wide – Clear Moon Weather
Scintillating and wide
Open to the sky
The black above was almost
Tangible
If I could only transport my hand
From this land
To way above
I would crack the ceiling of the sky
Like a cracker under foot
Fearless attempts to reach higher
Moves of inspiration
Rather than that of a scary nature
To move the minds of my own wife
From the toxic smelly life on the road
To the clean connections of being or having
A home
I do not disparage any connections
We have or will create
We must learn to rely on our instincts
The sky above flickers and winks
From the spotty reflection in the water
To the highest star burning brighter
Sky connecting us together
Under the clear moon weather
Ashes to the Sky
I pulled the fangs from a giant
The childlike motions made
It was alright
The industry didn’t need
Poltergeist
The planes of purpose
Sailed over the profits of daily routine
People’s new hopes
Become less of the ideal and more of the reality
The tenuous run up
Run down
The industry itself was turned upside down
We grab what we can
Our purpose hangs in the rafters
We present ourselves in a different light
Hoping to created from every side
As one industry sinks
Another arises
From the ashes to the sky
Unequivocally Quick
Wandering as I am
There is no calculation to my risk
No easy decision
When it comes to my vision
My experiences are like
Chemical reactions
Exploding on contact
Creating action
As if a vase were nudged from the ledge
From a careless yak
My nimble mind has no conception of reality
Externally or internally
I am frightened by these revelations
How my ideas manifest in the most odd
Of gesticulations
So I sometimes back away from my hopes
Decisions and inquisitions
To better understand myself
In hopes of becoming the more informed
For that I am scorned
So my stays are unequivocally quick
I leave sojourned
On my journey from night till morn
The Song
It just stuck
Inside my ears
The melody rang clear
Concise and proper
The song I have to admit
Was quite a show stopper
Such a wonder to behold
A song could produce such gaping holes
In the psyche of mankind
Womankind
Any kind
Words piercing and true
Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem
All undone
In just one
Song
Sung
Handsome
Handsome
Holding harrowing movements
Held up to higher standards
Refusing confrontation
Frustration
To keep the handsome look at ease
As horses drink from the sea
A salty water of no useful notion
Apologizing while blustered in blushing motion
Yet dropping dead at the next race
Handsome hopes with fragile face
To refuse would be no option
What is good may not be so beneficial
What hopes ride are though of as unofficial
While the cycle continues
Handsome hands holding their true hue
Undue pressure pushed back
The water of a pitcher held in good esteem
Will flow back to the ocean in a stream
Peace Preservation
My chivalrous monotony
Bending hope of autonomy
Keeping up with happiness created
A magenta across the color palette
To a simple green on the ground
In thwarted moments I hold dear
To hold the peace
Rather than steer the conversation
Into uncharted grounds
I use glue to stop the moments
Complement and own it
As me and my wife
Travel on tires thin and balding
As superficial as the moments we are holding
I push the pencil through punishment and pain
We hope to grow as we take our new strains
Of life and work new masterpieces
It is helpful to remember
Pulling into the station
Of the concrete jungle
And broken slabs plantation
On the road we embrace meditation
Stop confrontation
For peace preservation
A Cup of Songwriting 