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3 AM Parking lots
Not a lot to it
Cold lights bear over black stained stones
Moving slow after 8 hour rolls
We have a way of making it OK
Me and my love
On the road
On the road
On the road
Parking Lots
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Tag Archives: New York
Ruptured Lines
The flawless defeat
Of the demonic judge
Ruptured the lines holding
A grudge
Numerous screams absorbed in defeat
Holding a rock now
Standing at his feat
To the sky his hands are held
Over the judges corpse bellows
Double the warmth running
Through his veins
Now transformed to flawless
Caves running from his heart
The heart of a man who has overcome
Challenges
Defeats
For he now
Is the only one left
On his feet
Second Crack Sound
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The fleet of beans
From all over the world it brings
A cup to hand
An arithmetic of modern invention
Shipped all over with modest intention
From the solid green
To a hollow black and brown
The second crack sound
A record taste of tremendous body
Not to be deceived or forgotton
With authority flavors delivered
A coffee from Burundi has me completely
Enthralled
Coffee Beans
From the tip of the acidity
To the depths of complexity
The pleasing sensation of a cup of coffee
The liquid performs slow alterations
To the tongue
Like a rabbits foot for good luck
In the morning
It preserves through the burst of caffeine
To the mind and heart
It swim the sea of my tongue
And winds down the windy throat
Coffee ingested
Thumb pressing on the mug gently
Wiping away the morning dew
Starting fresh
Anew
The Concussion of Consumption
A brother in arms
We move forward attempting
To right our wrongs
From our previously torpid ways
Deny science
Change
We harbor no feelings for advance
When we recede rather than succeed
Impede rather than proceed
The ice caps melt
Float away
We push it back another day
Another generation
Another worry for another nation
As the suns rays
Trap in our atmosphere
Our smiling unwilling faces
Burned and seared
There is no therapeutic release
From this great indignation
Jam our hands with more consumption
Pushing back the possible eruption
Our will becomes fuzzy from the sudden jolt
Of a concussion
We have the ability to go from sour
To marvelous
From sinister
To genius
It is now truly up to us
For we have watered down the glass
But now the glass overflows
We must take heed of what our actions sow
For the future
Our harbors will cease to exist
Unless we make moves to resist
Nature does not need us to persist
So it is a calling to action
Sounding the alarms
For we are now all bound as brothers in arms
Faded Notification
Waiting on the subwayForest green weathered station
Red bulbs blast from inside tunnels
Jet black
Yet I await with backpack
Heavy but no overpowering
Gray faded station notification
Then screeching braking happening
Other line awaiting
And off it goes
Spending an afternoon in New York City
Up rolls the next G train
I waited but didn’t have to strain
For its arrival
Which is unusual
But off I go
Sea Change
Tomorrow is a fine day
Tonight might fine too
A decade of life seen
All the way through
But a change is coming
Way out at sea
As I prepare for turning
30
Light of the Wren – Chase the Sun
Profuse and too many to count
The Austin suns beams
Bending over hills
Setting over the Western runs
The sun
Like a wren
Of the new world
Singing its praises
As the daylights time
Comes due
The city’s unique song
Lingers in my ears
Joy to my heart
Warmth to my limbs
We come limping in at 3 AM
From a wrathful road of flurries
To a fresh morning
As crisp as gently plucked berries
Scandalous in the evening sun
Slipping a cloth lightly over the door
As we embark on the city
Once more
As we disengage the night and snore
We then wake again
When the closing time comes
We set out and chase the sun
Bereft
Quicksand to the unknown
We have given every breathe
To the unseen
The life in song
Unchained
We are as actors on the grand stage
With a broken vase at the center
Can we create our own pleasure
Despite the fallen feather
That looms ominous on the stage
We walk around the vase
Correcting it’s flaws
Its broken jowls
Reminding us of its previous nature
The mark of a life lived
Broken as it gives
This thing
This previous embodiment of life
Broken shattered and left
Life has been bereft
We look up at each other
And realize
In each others eyes
Anything is possible
The lights dim
We walk off the stage
Wiley Uncertain Progress
We were safe for a couple days
Laid up down south
And feeling strange
Unusual rather than usual
Not pampered but
Taken care of
As a musician this is luxury
Unknown
Until this moment
We behold
My wife and I relish in
Wiley uncertain progress
But today we hold each other close
Knowing we have a certain relaxation
Safe in moments exhalations
We cherish the wild open future
And relish the present
A Cup of Songwriting 