The smile
Held for a moment longer
The beautiful you
Was the infinite
Stronger
In hope and in words
Beautiful you
Is as simple as the rising
Sun
All day long
I love
Beautiful you
Beautiful You
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Tag Archives: New York City
Renewal
What is renewal
To start again
From original sin
To the depths of the moment
We find ourselves in
So heed the time
And take time
To renew
The mind
A Blank Ship
A blank ship
Hits the White Sea
From the moment
It launched
It was plain to see
That nothing was right
About the moment
Of go
Who knows
Where the ship rolls
Into the high seas
On a day set
From the start
Of eternity
Crooked Chalk
The lines from the morning
Ran over each other
Carelessly
As chalk lines do
On the sidewalk
Of the city
Where the feelings
Were new
To me
On this Monday
Afternoon
I looked from the sidewalk
To the sky
This is the city
Of my life
The Repeat Fade
The repeat fade
Stayed
A few days
Too long
And so
The repeat goes
Again and again
What I don’t understand
Is how it’s the same
Day over and over
And no one person
Notices
Unite the Seashore
Unite the seashore
With water
Wide and blue
From the coast of Carolina
To the Florida Blue
To California
And Delaware
Everywhere
Can unite
With the waters
That give life
To the world
That we grow
And the only world
I have ever known
Awful Grubby
It was awful grubby
The attitude of the day
Some would say
Downright
Deplorable
For me I have
A few regrets
To take away
From the day
That went from clear
To grey
Rainfall night
It was awful grubby
Alright
Lamentable
It was a mistake
To hope for change
To vote for change
To think change
Was one step away
Rather it is a way
Of life
And thinking
Living and breathing
We can’t just hope
We can’t just vote
We must live
We must strive
Push into the future
Our good values
Rather than die
On the limb of
Hope
Insurance March
Get your place in line
All the time
From the finish
To the starting line
One paycheck to the
Next
The insurance march
Will keep you in step
Direct
Your life
And finances
In the way of
Confusion
What we pay for
Is just an illusion
Of ideas
Rather than real
Value
Who gets screwed
Me
And
You
The Brass Pen
It wrote something important
A note or memoir
As it sits
The brass pen
On the empty desk
That is no longer in use
But I can feel it’s use
In a past time
From now
Until
The mind
A Cup of Songwriting 