The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
Mean a Thing
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Spilled Milk on the Red Line
Spilled milk on the Red Line
Veins of white
Rush down the floor
“That ain’t mine”
The lady with two hats on yells
The man
Visibly exhausted with his head back
Is not one inch close to conscious
As the white pours through the isle
Pictures being snapped
A moment catches
The woman with the bike laughs
Late night Red Line
Public transportation
Strange spilled iterations
As the winds wind through
The tunnels
Below the streets
Of L.A.
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
Peace and Trouble
A year was lived
Not too great
Yet pretty bad
Not the worst
But oddly strange
No signs of the world ebbing to
A soft landing
Rather someone trying to gain
The upper hand
We all suffer
All of us
All of us
Aches and Pains
Aches and pains
Strange held hands
In a cold rain
Under red skies
Under falling leaves
In a lake
Not a sea
The aches and pains
Cities and lanes
Riding in the cars
Remain the same
Transatlantic Split
The Transatlantic Split
Oceans divide
If we didn’t vote for this
Are we still on the wrong side
No tax returns
But we have a winner
“I won and that’s it”
Those statements don’t make my wonder
Any thinner
The President to all people
Not just your supporters and colleagues
C’mon Don this is not the minor leagues
Referendums and revolts
It seems we are coming loose at the bolts
A Transatlantic Split could arise
Good God
Good bye
Twin Flames
Twin flames reach up to the sky
Stretched out like two Great Danes
A wry gesture to a waning night
Love burns in his heart
For her
For love
For good
Souls entangled in this life together
No matter the weather
The twin flames reach for the sky
Day and night
The wind has no hope to blight this fire
For 24 hours a day
Blazing as if fed by turpentine
Love is fed by action
Defined not by material
But the ethereal
The twin flames
Him and her
Love
Here Comes 2017
Start the New Year
Pour the Coffee
Sweet grapefruit
With bitter ends
Sweet caramel sugar grains
The new year unfold in front of us
Like a vacuum sealed bag
Breaking at the seems
So it begins again
We plan something new
Something great
I hope to be a part of 2017
Down to My Hands
Yearn for understanding
Learn from mistakes
Don’t be afraid of failure
This land comes with the breaks
Take a chance on hope
Uplifting interaction
My destination unknown
Strategy unclear
I will rely on what I know
Keep a good eye on what will become clear
From the veins running in my heart
Down to my hand
As a small child I was filled with hope
And still am today
Everday
I must move on into positive space
Remembering the words of a Poet great
The more you give
The more you create
It is not a well to be pulled dry
But reincarnated everyday
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