Hell bent brokenness
Marketed like genius
Unless
A complete useless fool
Would understand
That what makes us move
For another words
I am the puppet
The loser
For the jester and queen
Are breaking oaths with the serpent court
Cast down on the eyes of the people
Condescending blows
For the ones
Who didn’t even know
From the heights of disconnect
To the depths of patronizing gifts to the public
The world can defect
And take flight from the poisoned throne
I am not a puppet
To be struck with awe
At silly tenderness
For the king and queen
Were chosen before birth
Taken in a kingdom of confusion
And forced on America
I owe nothing to the sinister court of
Sadness and
Wretchedness
So take up you silly games
Pack your bags
And seek out the next kingdom to destroy
From the falling of rain
There is a memory
Of life that has been given
From the life
That is beneath what the eye
Can see
The roots remember the rain
And all that came
To sustain the life
That has all of memories
Alive
Hold the light
Where the lost
Can see it’s dim veiled
Hopes
Of destiny
To see what path lie ahead
May make life palatable instead
Of dreading the worst
So the lantern for the lost
Beams in a darkening space
In a world that has fallen
Out of grace
The rain falls on the fields
Over the time
And back to the river
Runs the waters
Through the life
Stages
So the burden of the unknown rain
That falls
Deep in the forest
In the middle of the night
Is the rain that heals
The land
Deep in it’s divided light
Between a length of darkness
There is a star
Brought into life
From the depth of silence
And heart
To light the night
In a start
It is the silence between stars
That is measured in light
That tells us what is wrong
And what is right
So comes the fall
Brining in the final act
Of the summers discourse
Holding up it’s course
To take away
The petals that fall in a nowhere town
And on the grass
They lay
The Quite notes that teach me to sing
To be subtle
In the style of wind
And rain
I take each moment
From which they came
From the sun in the sky
The moon in the night
I can only hear when there is
Not a sound in sight
From the height of the mountain
To the depth of the ocean
With all of my might
I will bring
And learn from the quiet notes
How to sing
Focused on the big things in life
Makes us susceptible to the
Small
Things
That can add to the uneasy
Word
So undue stress
Can come from the smallest of moments
To the tender of life
Under the arms of the world
The weight of the small things
Bears down
Upon the evening hour
There is a certain darkness
That sheds over the ripe orchard life
In the darkness the new
Ones
Move in
To take over the evening rush
An orchard in the dark
Is more to the moon than
The sun
The full moonlight
Upon the hours that make the
Evening new
A Cup of Songwriting 