Rebound down
Not up and away
Stray a little from the fray
Relax stay composed
Where this will take us who knows
So jump in and stay a while
Bring it back with an easy smile
I rebound down and take a rest
Soon we will be put to the test
Such sweet sips
Light on airy lips
Roasted red hue
Coffee caramel smooth
Effervescent and never eschewed
Thank you coffee
Thanks to the hands that produce
Thanks for the morning
Another day through
I show up
But late
Let’s get one thing straight
No words matter
In a great deflate
Deflate and prosper
“You’re fired”
But I already walked
From your offer
So here comes the New Year
The new changes
Bring on the corruption cases
Watch the fires blazin’
En garde!
En garde!
Many ships set sail at night
Setting sale in the winter
Protecting the sailors from
The evening’s blight
We have shared many meals
In this life
Made some jokes
And done alright
Friendship is a ship built together
Keeping us free from the blasts of the outer world weather
This ship has sailed for years
Our hearts have learned
Loved
Refined
Cheers glasses
And dined
From New York to Los Angeles
Bloomington to Fort Wayne
Our friendship is similar to back then
But not quite the same
Just as the weather can alter a boat
Over the years
So has our lives altered course over time
But it is true friendship that remains
At the core we are still the same
As when we boarded the ship of friendship
As reluctant strangers
We are now bound together
Friends all the same
There is a place on Manhattan Ave.
Down on the street
With a view
A little spot called Peter Pan
My morning donut man
Light but filling
Soft but full
Smell of fresh dough walking in
Warming from the thin winter air
Grab a couple of loose Washingtons
Fumbling some change
The pale white aprons fill the counter
They exchange money for food
As I grasp this first-morning donut
I embrace its warmth and familiarity
My teeth rupture the delicate sugar coating
Unleashing the yeast flavor in subtle fashion
In this moment I am home
Wherever that takes me
The sugar hangs on my chin
As I walk back out through the crowded doorway
I am on my way
Back to Brooklyn
Back to life
Breathe it all in
Take one last bite
Continue to write
Question
Inquire
The creative process shall never tire
Agendas will be set
And disrupted
Hope bursts like a bubble
Whose flight has been interrupted
The job of the artist is to set free
Ideas before they can be accepted politically
To stay pure in original thought and progression
Artistic pursuit on the mind like an obsession
I will not put hope in others
Not those who claim to rise above the rest
As if us the collective whole
Was just a second best
Rather these words are our power
When we are powerless
We can still speak
And be heard
Every single word will land on an ear
No great cause can be pursued with fear
Rather we go forth and seek truth
Writing the words that resonate with me and you
Not waiting for an angel investor or debt collector
We all will write and be heard
Be heard
This truth I have written on January 3rd
Start the New Year
Pour the Coffee
Sweet grapefruit
With bitter ends
Sweet caramel sugar grains
The new year unfold in front of us
Like a vacuum sealed bag
Breaking at the seems
So it begins again
We plan something new
Something great
I hope to be a part of 2017
Gather the charades
Words sassy and icky
Unbound from the sound
Of a letter passing through our mouths
A royal kettle cooking
New ingredients
Indecent
If your enemy of an enemy
Is your friend
How can we content each other
Strange bedfellows to follow
How can the world swallow
Such indifference and insensitive hopes
Let’s gather the charades
And know
That the words themselves
Are our hope
“Wanderlust”
Today we celebrate
Our family
Which is always changing
Revolving
Unsolved
And loved family
A Cup of Songwriting 