Jade of the 60’s
Green in its glory
Floral wishes
Morning territory
A jade in the grass
Amongst the leaves
Of history and preset
Present hope
To find the jade
Lost entirely
Lost amongst the years
And in the crest
Of the oldest tree
Rainstorm sips
Over
Easy
Good to the last drop
Hold the foam
Take away the unknown
Chicago roads
Wet concrete
Bibles
Lay open
On the streets ahead
The lightening pole
Directed to hold
The energy
Hope of a strike
Powered lights
On a Sunday night
Abyss of a city
Slow moving
Growing in every
Moment
An inflamed wish
In flames
Of fury
Worried
The news coming through
Is not the hopes
Of the everyday
Joe
Hold the wish
Step on the applause
Coming out of the broken speakers
Tweaking our numbers
To create magic
From a life turned
Tragic
Baltic blast
With a cup
Of tea
Through the glass
How the world spins
Through a moment
In a time when
The moments equal
A moment less
Hopeless
Baltic winds
Over a sea of Glass
Sink or quit
A conundrum
Of the lightest bit
To go down quick
In the flames of memory
Or slowly
To a bottom toll
I hold my hope for a new life
A new goal
Take up
Free load
Holding on
Living on the road
In a life of music
The bitter ends
Confusions and hope
Whole the while
Filling in the holes
From bitter ends
And faithful sends
In a week and time
When we make our alright
Land and sea
The space we live
And the in between
Fragile and imperfect
Set backs
From certain
While the deep blue curtains
Are pulled on the shore
Of Florida
Boat life and
Sea legs
Walking straight lines
Or off lines
Doing the best I can
The wild blue ocean
Bounds the sides
Of the ship
Ripping at the sides
Slamming side to side
On a life
On board
A Cup of Songwriting 