The open sea
To me
Is the beginning of the rest
The soul needs
To see again
What has always been clear
To know that in death
Loved ones are still near
Holding
To the love we have
Like a sail clings to its mast
As the winds pull it fast
So I cling to the memories of yesterday
For my father would say
If you know not where you go
Anywhere can take you there
So today I seek the high sees
Free from humanity
On the waves of the ocean clean
Take me to where the souls live
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
Unintended
Yet reliably
Irritable
The conjuction
Of weird
And desireable
Is a fantasty
That we tell ourselves
To calm the fears
Of what is to come
Yet somehow
The unintended is what
Actually plays
Out
You will hear
Upon arrival
The words once heard
To be the only way
Of survival
Cordial and quaint
Ideally a world
We can see as we paint
The words that we now know
As we grow
The more we achieve
Set out to see
The world around us
And all it is to be
The write up
Not waking up
Much of the woken
Cut of mine
In a world
So full of feedback
At a distant time
No write up
Makes more
Than the last
Common thoughts
Common past
A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required
Will the upstart
Start me up
With time of turning
Or turning time
What can get the motivation
Behind
My sales
In a state of free fall
All
That is needed
Is an upstart
Solutions needed
When nothing can be agreed
What is the purpose
Of being set up
Or being free
One foot forward
And a full backstep
Into the cold wet
Unknown
Bursting with forgotten hopes
And low down goals
A backstep
Can be a hope
Or a reason
To let go
A beautiful start
To a unique day
All the feels
A whole new way
Rise and shine
To make the most
Mornings meal of jam and toast
So here is to the new start
I feel it in my bones
A Cup of Songwriting 