We head again due west
On a uncertain journey
Chasing the calendar
Of hope and upcoming dreams
Let’s head out now babe
Before it is too late
LA is sunny and people are happy
We have seen enough here
Upcoming Dreams
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Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul
A Below Average Day
Here we are in Washington D.C.
Watching the change of the guards
On guard
It is going to be a day
Not to be remembered
But just another day
Unfortunately not a great day
Just a below average day
It Might Rain
Bring the lawsuits
Pack the bags
Going to be a drag
Drama right on CSPAN
My thoughts don’t meander
They got up and ran
Maybe a calendar would be more encouraging
Let’s unfasten the winter
Unfasten the summer
Pack it up quick and move on
It’s going to start raining
Transatlantic Split
The Transatlantic Split
Oceans divide
If we didn’t vote for this
Are we still on the wrong side
No tax returns
But we have a winner
“I won and that’s it”
Those statements don’t make my wonder
Any thinner
The President to all people
Not just your supporters and colleagues
C’mon Don this is not the minor leagues
Referendums and revolts
It seems we are coming loose at the bolts
A Transatlantic Split could arise
Good God
Good bye
Rebound Down
Rebound down
Not up and away
Stray a little from the fray
Relax stay composed
Where this will take us who knows
So jump in and stay a while
Bring it back with an easy smile
I rebound down and take a rest
Soon we will be put to the test
Sweet Lips
Such sweet sips
Light on airy lips
Roasted red hue
Coffee caramel smooth
Effervescent and never eschewed
Thank you coffee
Thanks to the hands that produce
Thanks for the morning
Another day through
Friendship
Many ships set sail at night
Setting sale in the winter
Protecting the sailors from
The evening’s blight
We have shared many meals
In this life
Made some jokes
And done alright
Friendship is a ship built together
Keeping us free from the blasts of the outer world weather
This ship has sailed for years
Our hearts have learned
Loved
Refined
Cheers glasses
And dined
From New York to Los Angeles
Bloomington to Fort Wayne
Our friendship is similar to back then
But not quite the same
Just as the weather can alter a boat
Over the years
So has our lives altered course over time
But it is true friendship that remains
At the core we are still the same
As when we boarded the ship of friendship
As reluctant strangers
We are now bound together
Friends all the same
Choosing Joy
Choices are made
Daily
Frequently
Momentarily
Temporary
Permanent
But one choice is definitive
Never to be made again
Choosing joy is a choice
That can survive the thick and thin
This infrequent gesture must be checked
As frequently as the mind can remember
That the truth is joy is not easy
Not instantaneous
Not always joyous
But mandatory
To choose joy over an erroneous option
There is a reason for such joy
Substantiated joy
The feeling of a mild sunset
Crimson in its beauty and restlessness
That joy must be felt from the heart
Exclaimed in the throat
And shared with other willing hearts
Joy is not a good find
Kept in one’s own heart
One’s own mind
Joy is a friend sharing a conversation
Joy is love overflowing
Flowing from one heart to another
Remembering that a life lived
Is giving and never knowing
Angel Investor or Debt Collector
Continue to write
Question
Inquire
The creative process shall never tire
Agendas will be set
And disrupted
Hope bursts like a bubble
Whose flight has been interrupted
The job of the artist is to set free
Ideas before they can be accepted politically
To stay pure in original thought and progression
Artistic pursuit on the mind like an obsession
I will not put hope in others
Not those who claim to rise above the rest
As if us the collective whole
Was just a second best
Rather these words are our power
When we are powerless
We can still speak
And be heard
Every single word will land on an ear
No great cause can be pursued with fear
Rather we go forth and seek truth
Writing the words that resonate with me and you
Not waiting for an angel investor or debt collector
We all will write and be heard
Be heard
This truth I have written on January 3rd
Bequeathed
I cry cowardly over my leather shoes
The moan of hateful speech
Beacons a new wrath
The exotic clover has grown
Dried up and shriveled
Bequeathed
For the next generation
A sensational generation
My hope and dream
So I do my part in planting hope and optimism
Even in this world of ever deep division
Our hopes and dreams
Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers
Have been squandered away
On cheap things
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