Sometimes the mind
Gets worn in
Dwindle thin
Leaving nothing behind
But rags and turpentine
Yet I find time
To be renewed
Unwind
Start the clock over
Begin again
Dwindle Thin
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Tag Archives: Poetry
Life for Living
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The city life is for the living
Night becomes day
Day becomes night
With no differentiation
Souls worn in
Changed with no hesitation
The city builds one day after the other
The great manifestation
I will go to the fields
Farms and lakes
While the city drives away
Never stopping to say
Hello or goodbye
It simply runs
All day
All night
Air Tight
The lightness of air
Held from highest peaks
Falling soft
On my face and cheeks
Holding air light
In lungs tight
I can only have moments
Which are
Never enough
Contoured Flowers
Studio hours
Layered with contoured flowers
Decisions scoured
Around and over hours
Speakers pushing vibrations
Ears in full salutation
Summed with amps
Knobs awaiting determination
We apply ourselves
Throughout the daytime minutes
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I hope
For more synchronicity
Pulling together songs
In artistic creation
The Summer of Farewells
There we were
The last night on the farm
The summer of farewells
Sun setting soft in the clouds
That lie just above the horizon
Air light and easy
Wind calm subtle yet breezy
So many memories made over months
Lived on the farm
Time to move on
No reason to hold on
Holding on too tight
Will only make it difficult to let go
So pack up our bags
And lets hit the road
Here in Front of Me
Everything I need is right here in front of me
My hands, eyes, hope, desire
Everything I can use to bring myself higher
Hard work is the barrier
Constraining my own ethic
I feel that I have now realized this simple truth
What you focus on grows
What you forget about goes away with old
So I must refocus on what is in front of me
All the tools I need
Are surrounding me
Asking me
I will answer
Summers Waning Pace
Summer wanes
Like an early bird song in the morning
Warming and warning
We heed like leaves awaiting the fall
For changes that will come
Our lives will adjust with seasons
Waxing and waning
All the time anticipating the future
Holding dear to the past and present
We are old enough now
To realize if you look too much ahead
You will be left with future regret
Holding hands
Kissing lips
We await this changes with fires now dim lit
Summers waning pace has tapered off with the months
Cooling heads and sending us off
How I hold the present tight
But know that just letting go
Will be alright
The Roaming Misfit
Some details are always secret
Frustrating and deliberate
Held back with animosity
Towards the roaming misfit
Truth is never quite told
Lies sleekly avoided
News spread through lies spun
Then voided
I hope to deal with such grace
That I can overcome dealing with
The real face
Of a roaming misfit
Hold my tongue in place
For when he shows up to my door
Waiting for the embrace
I will hold back the words true and harsh
Hoping for something more contained and smart
But the webs we weave
Some to build
Others to deceive
I know this now more than before
So I will smile with reserve
When this man shows up to my door
Creating Context
No one will sing my song
Others create
Borrow or steal
But my voice sings my life story
It must be from my own lips
Sung
Creating context for understanding this mess
Owning these words whether they be of beauty
Or of restlessness
It is my mission to create my story
No other hands have created
This life of simple strands
Woven around complex webs
Of inner circle steps
So no one will push my pen
My life’s commitment to the end
To be committed and honest
So I can be fully created
Life, lived, created lines
Easy or frustrated
Relentless Fragile Pursuit
Hands back on the wheel
Teeth grit
Bones of steel
Resilient to temptations
Demands
Creative hold
On ready hands
No expectations
Of solving problems
From other worlds or nations
Commitment from within brings me back in
Hoping that words fabricating words can strike
Even the most tender of nerves
Excited to give back
Drawn back into the simple
Relentless fragile pursuit
A Cup of Songwriting 