A brawny evening
Bold with winter folds
Cold
Unnerved
Holidays season is upon us
Yet this year there lacks a certain
Gusto
Who knows
Maybe it’s me
Maybe it’s the weather
Whether or not it is me
Or the other
The season of change is upon us it seems
Ready to brake at the seems
What it all seems is
Off
Just another brawny winter night
Remember me this December
There is an old saying
Don’t forget what has been made beautiful
As the trees glow
Hopeful
I am hopeful too
Not in politics or structure
But in each other
I am renewed with hope
Freshened
With every flake falling on the ground
The frigid winter bears on
Hearts will be warmed with ideals
But ideals are cheap to truth
Even though hate can reign in the new year
Please remember this December
For the love we all share
Poems on current affairs
Or the state of the current affair
I am not sure how to decipher
Explain
The difference
I mean
Who cares
Underwater drones seized
I guess this is what it will be
The new normal
Is not normally
Going along
In a world changing
Faster than my hands can type
This type of change is uncertain
WE LACK HOPE
We lack direction
We lack the ability
To detect a fraud
Before its inception
What’s the use
It is just the new
Something we have to get used to
I will arise
Arise in the morning
Arise to the challenge
Lie awake at night
Thinking of solutions
My own illusion
Conclusions
Never quite reached
In a hope of making a plan
To build a house
Upon a great heap of sand
So I run
Sleep
Run
Late night
Out of sight
Vanished in the thin winter air
The stare of one thousands breezes
Over a vacant chair
Isn’t it a cold night
A cold long night
Keep your stakes friend
I will keep mine
You run the country
I’m running around just trying
No advocates for artist
Rather keep the real estate
State to state
Proclaim
The lies keep dropping
Like smog filled drops of rain
What’s potential and what’s real
Only the average man can feel
Not in some high rise or looming tower
The hands that make these luxuries
Know nothing of the top shelf
Build it high
Then sell it to the highest bidder
Bitter
Bitter
Bitter
What’s happens to the hands that build these towers
After the wealthy have laid there fur rugs
We all look up in disdain
Disbelief
Keep your holdings friends
And I’ll keep mine
Surge the dollar
Pure investor ebullience
Jitters provoked
Revoked
My dollar stays the same
Still 4 bucks for coffee
6 bucks for a meal
What the fuck is the fuss?
Fuss fuss fuss
I still can barely keep up
This powerful emblem means something
To someone
Just not me
Not today
Or tomorrow
Hit the high gear
It’s getting rough
Tax cuts
Sequesters
I’ve had enough
Tie up the oil
Tie up the gas
In the great denial
Begin the legal battle
Over the fossils
Destiny and preserved
Hire the best and fire the worst
Our climate denial is coming
The ultimate relinquish
Of control and influence
For a cheap king
The policies will change
The great hoax
Others will refer to
The war on green
Has begun
Scribble of a stranger
No more similar than an unknown danger
Glistening on a November afternoon
The acoustics pronounced now
And fill the room
The wrong approach with the wrong tenor
On a Sunday evening I sent her
The notes of my love
Gentle free falling dove
Now in a moments reflection
Over the fence
Where the homeless used to live
A new breed of life rises up from the dark
Victorious in its wailings
Building new wings for sailing
The ingredients have baked to perfection
Or rather imperfection
While I uncover more hope than I realized
Through the eyes of a bird I now realize
Push on when the push is almost out
That is when it is needed most
If I could only recall the way out
The way in was much more difficult
But the easiest seems now whimsical
Overbearing
The thicket of bushes on the left
When we entered
The gargoyle on the right
We passed some rock walls as well
Or maybe not
But somehow
We ended up here
Lost and wandering
Altogether hopeless romantics
Stuck in a world of antics
Critics
Hopeful
Deadbeats
How did we end up here again
Should we start over
Not an option altogether
We had better hope the sun will rise in the east
Set in the west
That will be our best bet
To find our way out
A Cup of Songwriting 