It just stuck
Inside my ears
The melody rang clear
Concise and proper
The song I have to admit
Was quite a show stopper
Such a wonder to behold
A song could produce such gaping holes
In the psyche of mankind
Womankind
Any kind
Words piercing and true
Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem
All undone
In just one
Song
Sung
Oh the mass expanse
Leaving with more questions
Than response
More wonder
Than commonness
Untapped full potential
Sky lark
Singing confusing poems
In the limitless above
I take for granted
The monstrosity
Of eternal
Infinite
Can be distracting
When I look above me
I can not imagine that to be
Eternity
Eternally confused
This massive expanse can only provide
More questions and confuse
So universe I must ask you
How infinite can you be
Without anyone understanding thee
I owe a stare to you
A stare of wonder
Concern
But more wonder than concern
I will become absorbed in your beauty
Radiant beauty
The odds that I could be
Completely absorbed in your smile
The way your throw your hair back
You could be a beauty ambassador
A lovely representative
I owe you a stare
To make you feel cherished
How great would the odds be
If I were a suspect on trial
That your eyes would lock back on mine
It could just so happen
That in this quick motion
Our eyes collide in meeting
Like atoms of plutonium
It will happen
I will stare
And nothing will ruin that moment
For I owe you a stare
Radiant blue on crisp white
Bright
Bridges at night
City comforts on the side
This time
This night
My wife and I hold tight
Clean cement under warm winter skies
Our feet tap the pavement
Like full bellied
Petite
Mice
We balance love work and
Life
Tonight
Deconstructing a breakdown
Unfounded infatuation
With the untrue
Unthinkable
Undue
Imbued
To move
Substantiated grooves
I was willing
Hoping
To understand
Complicated contraband
She awaited the moment
Dissolved opponents
Of complicated nature
Unnatural
Unplanned
Taking up questions
At hand
Manifesting the desire
Holding on to the wire
Illumination of the heart
Complicated art or discussion
Modern art
European or Russian
Black lines heavy when drew
Sitting in this car
Me and you
The music lights up the street
The notes entertain the ears
Hopefuls walkin time to keep
Our fingers dance and vocal chords harmonize
On a Nashville kind of Friday night
The random
In the mundane
The frustrating
Profane
Jump through these hoops
Sell your soul for a dollar
Your body will commit
Your mind will holler
What is the ends
To a road that bends
From end to end
These questions triangulate
For surveying eyes
My plan in a Trojan horse
Disguise
I surmise
That there is an offer on the table
Give up pursuits for pleasure
Money the real yardstick measure
Unworthy parasites
Living life through condemning eyes
I can not let the peanut galleries
Hopeless ensue
A wobbly table they set their lives on
I must admit
I think they
We’re wrong
Oh sweet complication
So heavy
Frustrating
Unlinked and dilapidated
How can it be so
Unknown
Grown with no idea
No clue
News to me
Unseen atrophy
What was to be
Privately I sort each piece of lettuce
Each heavy curvy piece
Selected
There is no ill questions of
The purpose
My unequalled attention to detail
Yet so menial
My mess-up is real
Contemplated
With retentive love
Unequaled
But with each question
I stop to try and answer
There is no right answer
Only words used in attempts at answers
Answered
The lost will
Unwilling
Filled with uncertainty
My own will
Now lacking in motivation
To keep forging forward
Through uncertainties I am facing
I hope to never back down
Face the crowd
Hold on to the ideals of a crown
But at the end of some journeys
There is a state of contemplation
Exempted from no hopes or joys
Embattled with corrupted kill joys
I have to pick myself up
When other clearly would enjoy a takedown
Unwilling to fall in
Give in
Carry on
Sing a song
But for now the road seems distant and long
I can not deny the challenges ahead
With ever ounce I gather I give
To be found alive rather than dead
