Free hands
And each delivered
Held onto
Things
Material Desires
The art of hands
Letting go
Only the one who relinquished
Can really know
Free hands
And each delivered
Held onto
Things
Material Desires
The art of hands
Letting go
Only the one who relinquished
Can really know
When we know
To hold on tight
We must hold each other
We must love each other
Moments to hold on
And moments to let go
Frequently passing
Frequently gone home
With spectacular colors
Spiritual dens
In my own head
The entitled title
Has already been set
With theories
Held
With feelings red
The whole sum
Is gathered by the pieces
Of entitlement theories
Running in my head
Terrible
Days
Can I come back
Stay back
How to style the
Right words
To say
Some days
Are just terrible
Days
The steel notebook
Full of nondescript poems
Powered by sea foam
And purchased in time
The steel notebook
Has no rules or outcomes
Held on the corners
The steel notebook can fall
Back into my hands
Don’t wear
The thought badge
Out
When you can speak
Your mind
Don’t keep quiet
And hope thoughts
Will
Save
The World

A sailor at sea
Searching for something
He wishes he could be
Hoping
Learning
Rowing
And growing
Set at sea
With water
From horizon to sky
With a golden gleam in
His eye

White lines
On open skylights
Shadows thin
In an LA day
Off the strip
But not too far
Away
Quiver to succeed
But never give up
Holding up the reigns
Filling up the cup

Reflections
On time passed
Opportunities
Taken
Friendships that last
The future holds what I do not know
Or understand
So I appreciate today
I appreciate the land
Where I end up
Is out of my hands