Please, Come Through

Differing Views

Same facts

Different News

Ratchet up the hammers

Bring down the walls

The new man in town

Is coming for us all

The lessons we learned

As kids growing up

I guess were not that important

When push comes to shove

No need to be honest and true

Be pithy and small

Fight dirty and don’t rise above

The world views love with contempt

Hate with affection

How did we get set

In this most deviant direction

What can the individual do

Continue to see our own paths through

When the world seems small

I guess it’s up to me and you

What we will decide when everything around us

Is new

Don’t late hate win

Even though it is what grew

Out of these moments

Stay true to each other

Love and be honest

The best in us

Will always come through

The Old and The New

Old neighborhood

New shops

Old coffee joint

New faces

Same land

New roads

Old places

Where we used to go

The only consistency

Is change

Old setups

Now rearranged

Accept what moves on without you

Accept the little things

And the big ones too

Know that consistency is impossible

Ideally unreliable

Know the new faces

Know the new names

The harder you try to resist

The harder your fall

And more the pain

East of the Calumet

Taking the back road

Coming through

The only way I’ve ever known

Not the glamor

Or the glory

Rather a quiet ride

With a depth of story

Where the rivers run slower

The woods swollen with bugs

Mid summer journey

Through fields and schrubs

The world I know

The world I grew up

Knowing my roots

And giving them love

The stories I’ve heard

People I’ve met

Down on the south side 

Due east of the Calumet 

 

The Game

One day it all changes

The rules

The game

Never the same

Moving trends

Difficult expenses

Soon the world 

Will refer to the game

As past tenses

I game I knew

I played

I grew

But the game is changing

Changing

At increasing speed

Soon it may be gone indeed 

Yesterday’s Wars

We can’t talk about yesterday

When the vitals 

Are happening right now

In the moment

When the words fall short

No returning to precious fair

Previous affairs

I hold concern for the current

Not the past

But words craft

A simple talking point

When the conversations been lost

How we spend time

Dwelling on

Yesterday’s wars

When tomorrow’s are

Sitting on our front door

Begin Again

Hello

Back again

I am

How is it that when

The open road calls

The mind goes quiet

Simply put

But back in my chair

Armed with new ideas

Opportunities

New experiences from

Across the country

Again I write

I reunite with a friend

I truly

Begin again

 

Back to Words

Back to Words

Renewed and new

Old and worn

Planted and grew

I refresh in a new 

Set of words

Tied in meaning

And time

I return to Words

In search of rhyme

The Spring Rose

Weekend time

Refrain from form or position

One great laid back proposition

In peculiar movement

Relax and repose

The summer bursts

Following the spring rose