Be gone
Bygone era
Let go
Of the past
Open a new future
I want not vintage and old
I want to grow up
New
Refresh
Let go
Be Gone Bygone
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Hold Held Gone
Hold held gone
What we said
What went wrong
Along the way
Along the route
We hold held gone
And I think
We were all wrong
Hold On
Hold on
When the world
Grows thin
Hold on
When life seems strange
Hold on
Be the same
When the mountains
Fall asleep
And the deserts
Sit still
The same
Will remain
And be still
Back to Words
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
The Tranquil Giraffe Unkown
Vote for me
Vote for me
Vote for me and you will see
I am the savior of the problems
No problems will persists
The world is in peril
And I the only fix
Vote for me
Over here in the corner
I have my chest out to be the proudest
And what better but my voice be the loudest
Forget the sick and poor
This country has so much more
You can see in my gold gilded hallways
Make it rain when its already pouring
No tax return no ability to audit
Thank goodness no one caught it
Vote for me
Even though its over
I already won
The problems we face
Have begun
To be undone
There is no check and balance
Goodness no
Just silence
Silence
Where we go now
Deep into depths of regret and unknown
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
Choosing Joy
Choices are made
Daily
Frequently
Momentarily
Temporary
Permanent
But one choice is definitive
Never to be made again
Choosing joy is a choice
That can survive the thick and thin
This infrequent gesture must be checked
As frequently as the mind can remember
That the truth is joy is not easy
Not instantaneous
Not always joyous
But mandatory
To choose joy over an erroneous option
There is a reason for such joy
Substantiated joy
The feeling of a mild sunset
Crimson in its beauty and restlessness
That joy must be felt from the heart
Exclaimed in the throat
And shared with other willing hearts
Joy is not a good find
Kept in one’s own heart
One’s own mind
Joy is a friend sharing a conversation
Joy is love overflowing
Flowing from one heart to another
Remembering that a life lived
Is giving and never knowing
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
Angel Investor or Debt Collector
Continue to write
Question
Inquire
The creative process shall never tire
Agendas will be set
And disrupted
Hope bursts like a bubble
Whose flight has been interrupted
The job of the artist is to set free
Ideas before they can be accepted politically
To stay pure in original thought and progression
Artistic pursuit on the mind like an obsession
I will not put hope in others
Not those who claim to rise above the rest
As if us the collective whole
Was just a second best
Rather these words are our power
When we are powerless
We can still speak
And be heard
Every single word will land on an ear
No great cause can be pursued with fear
Rather we go forth and seek truth
Writing the words that resonate with me and you
Not waiting for an angel investor or debt collector
We all will write and be heard
Be heard
This truth I have written on January 3rd
Off Goes 2016
Off goes 2016
A year of changes
Losses
Rearranging
A year of new
Shuffling out the old
Somehow I reflect on my own words
I have written
Some I left out in the cold
New words will come with time
Time to behold
A Cup of Songwriting 