Certain meanings
Tucked in certain places
Certain feelings
Away in foolishness sameness
Salisbury steak on a Tuesday
Makes for a weird wire of digestion
As Wednesday approaches
Regret in tempting the only remnants
Of a Salisbury steak
Ruby fields
When the sun sets deep
In the western skies
Near the art of water
In summertime
Longing grains of wheat
Holding hands to the sky
Dancing
In the evening moonlight
Yellow eyes
As the sun sets over the mountains
Before the pink of evening
And past the day
There is a place
Where the yellow burns
Bright in an evening way
Over the fields of Nebraska
And short of the western edge
There is a silken sound
Whisked away
In the evening air
In the eve of today
Not to participate
Or interact
A swell observer
Stats in tact
As well as perserving
The words
Used to
Destroy
Or denounce
A swell observer
A swell amount
Nuclear
Options
Minor strategies
Most beholden ideals
Not communicated
With presidential seals
The major of the minor
The diminished to the augmented
Hold the forte for now
Point mail
Portions
Off in the air
Sent off the rails
I need the point mail
Sent right to the point of contact
The ignorant rifle
Has no aim
No connection
To a soul
To a human heart
It is made of cold steel and wood
Keep it tucked away
Like we should
Ignorant rifles
Have no place in a home
In a community
This mutiny
Stops
When the guns are put away
Fuck the experts
I need some resident advice
This may sound tense
Or absurd
But rather I need
A fresh word
Of silence and peace
Some perspectives
I can not reach
Come and stay residents claim
I need some time
And some resident advice
Prove the paint
Worthiness and true
Tried in times of challenge
And stayed
In times unglued
I had woke up late
From a robot nightmare
Creeping from my brain
The UV rays
Too much had came
And I stared up
At the paint
Prove to me your worthiness
Challenged
And true
Ticking clocks in the restaurant
Subtle feelings exposed
In the wee hours
Of the night and morning
The ticking clock
Stays on time
As the time flies by
Goodbye tonight
Goodbye sweet place
Sweet trace of all that is good
Is in that old restaurant
A Cup of Songwriting 