A dream of wild colors and symphony notes
When life was fresh and new
The power of the dreams could
Get you through
I would attend the symphony
And hear the notes
Ring out in the room of historic grandeur
Now I try my hand at such endeavors
Searching for notes to play and the
Right chords to hit
To be a part of history
As we all make
From the notes of a dream
To the lights of the stage
In February of this year
Dreams become a living reality
Back in the hometown
Stomping ground
The land of my recent ancestors
Where my great grandfather was killed in a
Brewery heist
And my grandfather by a drunk driver
This time
I see the land that brought me up
In a gentle respect and reverence
Even though from this land comes
Grief and tears
But I learn to love what has made
Me the man that I am
Stand in my masculinity
Regardless of the in between
So here is to my hometown
A lovely land
And a hollowed ground
Oil on paper and the winter wind
Blowing from the tops of the world’s peaks
Over my hands and feet
To hold me in
Give me the air to breathe
To stroke the canvas
To illuminate the sky and mountains
I take great hope in what can happen
In art we trust
We must
Begin again in the time
That we have
When the sun hits the magenta hue
From the long days over the rivers and
Mountains
When the evening dew starts to
Settle in
From the sky above
I remember the purple mountain
Majesty
From where we come from
The depth of life set in stages
The closing of a day
Reminds me of the beauty of the land
The Purple Mountain Majesty
Is now at hand
From the onset of the morning
Takes the tee time of the day
From the wildest animals
Walking through the paths
And taking in the smell of the orange leaf
To stay for the day
Pleasure for the day
For another evening
The grass perfectly manicured
For the ball to roll through
Take the round for a new
Day
The saguaro
Rises high above my feet
Taking me away from the desert
Life
Such luscious curves
In a resilient growth
Of life
That inspires even the fallen
To rise again
To see what can come
From another day
Another sunrise
As the saguaro
Rises from the air
So do we
Over the mountain mist
That fills the cactus with water to live
The sun rises
Lazy in the sky
Held up by clouds
Bleak yet wired in full strength
To life the life force into the day
From the mountain tops a peak
Of sun begins the day
Along the roads
The desert life arrives
In the morning gray
In the early of the day
The desert awakes slowly
To a subtle desert gray
Upon the cactus in bloom
In the early months
5 before June
To take up the winds
In a warming sunrise
Behind the clouds
Not for the eyes
These grays of life
Bring about the abundance of sun
That comes with day
Well after it has begun
Scottsdale sun
Running from the cold
Up North where the wind blows
Harsh upon the skin
To take in the recovery
Of light and fusion
Into my own brain
To sort the confusion
A summer delegation
Scottsdale constitution of resolve
Bitter from the memories of the past
In the words of another
To be away
And home
Is the hope
Under the Scottsdale Sun
To the Camelback Mountains
The praying monk
And the light from the shimmering sun
Over the land of Phoenix
Upon the light set mood of winter
As the palms sway
Embracing for another day
For summer is far at this point
In the easy flow of winter
The Camelback home of the west
In the wildlife of life
Is where you can find me
A Cup of Songwriting 