I wish
There was an only truth
Not many versions
Of interpretation
That leaves us with nothing more
Than a divided nation
Just some wanton hope
I guess
The Only Truth
Reply
Tag Archives: New Yorker
Marble Throat
Sculpt a world
That I want to live
In
With notes
From a marble throat
Lifted to the highest
Heavens
When music is
Resurrected
To be played from the living
In moments like these
Lift a song
Lift us up
Notes from above
Title Me
Title me
From the free
Words
Of infinite possibility
The poem
Needs a name
Of which
Is now unknown
But I will attempt
To give the poem
One
A New Way
I have discovered a new
Way of
Thinking
Acting
Hoping that in moments
Like these
New life can happen
Baffled Through
I have made some mistakes
Some I wish to redo
I have baffled through
Many moments in life
Only to learn
What I hope to do
Next time
Super Awful
More complicated
Than straight forward
This story that I will
Try to relate
A super awful
Clumsy
Moment
I have had
Over the days
When I can’t even
Walk straight
In the month of May
So today
The words reflect
The moments
I have created
Man and Kind
Man and kind
To be both
Is to be full of life
Full of love
Hope and opportunity
There is no broad stroke
That needs to be taken
When the realization
Of what a human is made of
Constructed of
Is more than a social identifier
But rather is full
Of love
Franchise Virus
The franchise virus
Growing from the roots
Of a dead cypress
Cold pressed nightmares
Held up by titans
Each man has a turn
To flame the words
Caught up on the wings
Of drunken birds
By night
And by day
What the naysayers say
Is the franchise lies
Being manufactured day
And night
Desperation of Desolation
The desperate times
Desperate measures
Come up with something good
A productive measure
In times worn thin
As the veil of light
Through the morning curtains
We have to continue to
Rely on food decisions
To set us right
Day to Be
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
A Cup of Songwriting 