What is taken away
Raked away with hope
Diamond true
My eyes lay on you
Hope in your wind blown heart
Each and every part of us
Has been taken away with little seeds
Of anxiety
Highly anticipated
The news will arise from the dark
Our live will rise
From the bellows
From the bellows
The blame game
As the numbers go lower
Lower
No respect for these games
It’s a lame game
No one is panicked
No one is insane
The sane say that this is insane
Build your own facts
Build your own stories
The talking heads support what they want
Elites walk around confused
And then there is me and you
Trying to figure it out
Hold on
All the glory of mistakes
Happening in the bright light
Casting certain lime light
On details confusing at best
I attest lost interest
Of losing interest
The holy grail of Hollywood
Being laid to rest
What happens next
Such a stupid fang
A wrong clip
At the wrong moment
Who claims to be the relative opponent
Maybe it’s the rub of the grape
Fermented a bit too long
Alcohol preserved now
No going back to the old way
It’s just a stupid fang
Teeth I am not proud of
Moments lacking in empathy
Writing wistfully
Hopefully
But these fangs are not going away anytime soon
What is the feisty destiny of this fang tooth
Goodnight bright lights
Sirens of the police
Right outside the front door
Where my wife and I sleep
Goodnight LA
I guess there was a misunderstanding
A man was shot outside
While we were away planning
I guess this changes the future
Safety is a fleeting hope
Maybe we should just move along
Go away from this house
Away from the long night
Two steps and give flight
I hope the man was alright
Tonight
Real people showing up in real rooms
Filled with real emotions
Not a Facebook news story
Not cheap news shared from a desktop
But real people
Real hearts and real concerns
Time to face the facts
People are not happy
And it is not for the reasons we see on the news
News
Keep your ear to the ground and you will hear
The hearts of the people
Not in tune with media
But in tune with each other
Preparing to change the future
Uproars thank goodness
Finally raucous
When we have clowns trying to hold mass
It’s time to get into class
Renewed hopes lie on unusual shoulders
These place holders
Are now finding lessons in power
From the people
By the people
A breathe of fresh air
That is seems now people actually care
Isn’t it over
The ambush of noise and pageantry
Can we move on to the issues friends
What message does it send to continue
Down a trick path
Of rallied souls for nothing more than TV
When can we move on and talk about wages
Wars and other issues of the day
Rallies are not everything
People show up and make noise
But that resolves little
Little done in little time
We are all now forced to walk the line
Tough apparel
Thin words
It’s all mixed up
But it’s all good
Tearing at the seems
But still holding on to the hood
Explorations of words
Heard from the sound
Of tearing clothes
Dark snow on a light morning
Somehow these days develop
With no warning
Rain falls
Snow to follow
Swallowed up in the lack of light
Untidier and unclean
Steering down the road
Coffee awakes the soul
Somehow I know that more is to come
More uncertainty
More long nights
And warm mornings
Crack the egg
Make the meal
The seal of a simple morning
As the lights come on
A Cup of Songwriting 