Up and out of bed
To the breakfast table
Brush the teeth
Out the door
Work out
Rehearse
Write
Repeat
But now
Wait
Hang on
Changing times
Require us to slow down
Now
The Automatic Hurry
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The Critical Crown
Critical crown
Lifted up
From the ground
Every single person
From the top down
Cried when we watched
How it came to
A heap on the ground
Unusual as it had been
To see the wickedness of many sins
Compiled into the critical crown
Lying on the dusty ground
The Breaks
Coming down the line
Faster than a train
Slow motion
Down from the emperor’s hand
Makes the everyday man
Work through the night
One can claim victory
While the others work through
The holiday
How
When life is forced
Rather than reflected
It becomes more difficult
Than anyone expected
The Cold Wind Blows
The cold wind blows on a Tuesday
Average winter day
Frozen streets
Cracking with salt filled pellets
As the cold wind blows off of
Lake Michigan
Oh New York
Oh New York the prettiest of
American Ground
Oh New York
With your concrete barriers
Bustle sound
Sweet rainy nights
Looking over the Queensboro Bridge
Oh New York
I long for the days
For once I lived
One More Thought
Let it out
Like the springs of a midwestern lake
Filling a giant whole
With a reserve of water
Let it flow
Like East River
Of the Hudson
Rolling into the ocean
Up the state
One more thought on this theme
And we are off
Off we go
Competition
Competition can be the thief of joy
Stealing expression
Sealing contention
Competition is fun and vital
But not always what is needed
Not always right
Competition can run the life
Out of expression
Tried
Next Day
After the lights fade gently away
A new morning brings new life
New hope
New vision
Letting go of the past
And beginning again
Twelve Days of Silence
What moves us
To action
What brings us to our knees
Of in action
Whose words do we believe
When the mountains
Block the path to the seas
When the desert winds
Keep us from our kin
In the silence we must learn
As the silence continues
We continue
To grow
Wise
Not old
Surf Rock
Lay low
Play soft
Surf rock
Makes me feel just right
On a Monday night
Leave me to rest
I’ll be just fine
A Cup of Songwriting 