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Currency of My Own Time

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The little forgotten things

Moments passing 

Fleeting and free

Tied down now to the eternity

Of passing

Time flickering quietly 

Not kicking and thrashing

It’s the unknown riddle

I attempt to make the most of the moments

Fleeting moments

I should have known this

That in the tiny cracks of uncertainty 

Can take down the curtain 

Of flow of currency

I attempt at words construed and written

For the hopes of my own improvement

So in exchange of time 

Not perfection of pursuit

But the pursuit of something new

Everyday 

For you

Hello

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Back on the road

Dead straight

But a little lesser known

Taken time to rest my hands

Made strides in growth 

As a man

Understand that time away makes the heart grow

Reflect what you intake

And undergo 

So I go

Mile for mile

I wanted to say hello

Since it has been a while

Coeur D’ Alene 

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Upon the shores of the Idaho banks

Lies a city of French coronation

Beauty bounding straight from the mountains

Fountains of fresh water springs

Water clashed out and sings

Pine trees weathered the western sun

Green coffee beans roasting 

Swooning from the delicate flow of life

Tucked on the western sea side

Fresh air crisp in inhalation

Resounding in echoes smoothed out of the corridors

As my eyes rest easy

On this place just west of the planes

In a small town called Coeur d’Alene 

Back at the Cafe

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Back at the Cafe

On the strained Route 94

Deep in North Dakota

Where the wind finds fields

Of exapanse and rips through

Rain pours over cargo trains

Bustling through the rich spring air

We stop for caffeine as we make our way

Due west

The ultimate test 

Journey new

Undone 

Headed right through

The storm 

The coffee soothes the moment and lifts

The eyes

Now a brain soaked in caffeine 

We continue

Second Crack Sound

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The fleet of beans

From all over the world it brings

A cup to hand

An arithmetic of modern invention

Shipped all over with modest intention

From the solid green

To a hollow black and brown

The second crack sound

A record taste of tremendous body

Not to be deceived or forgotton

With authority flavors delivered

A coffee from Burundi has me completely

Enthralled

 

 

The Concussion of Consumption

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A brother in arms

We move forward attempting

To right our wrongs

From our previously torpid ways

Deny science

Change

We harbor no feelings for advance

When we recede rather than succeed

Impede rather than proceed

The ice caps melt

Float away

We push it back another day

Another generation

Another worry for another nation

As the suns rays

Trap in our atmosphere

Our smiling unwilling faces

Burned and seared

There is no therapeutic release

From this great indignation

Jam our hands with more consumption

Pushing back the possible eruption

Our will becomes fuzzy from the sudden jolt

Of a concussion

We have the ability to go from sour

To marvelous

From sinister

To genius

It is now truly up to us

For we have watered down the glass

But now the glass overflows

We must take heed of what our actions sow

For the future

Our harbors will cease to exist

Unless we make moves to resist

Nature does not need us to persist

So it is a calling to action

Sounding the alarms

For we are now all bound as brothers in arms

Come Changes

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Come changes

Bring what they may

Come new days

I heed your call 

From miles away

I see the bridge through the mist

On a cold evening

Bringing life a true glimpse

Of meaning 

Baton down the hatches 

I will weather the storms

Fear not the unknown 

That lies ahead 

One truth promised

Fear is worse than dead

So bring the new mornings

Evenings and sunsets

And I will be awake

Awaiting

The first waves on the lake

Embark Blindly

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29

The final hours down

I can’t say I regret much

Although loosing

Loved ones was rough

A full decade to reflect

Looking back at life’s intersect

Even as I fine tooth comb inspect

I am happy

Moving forward and not leaning back

Bursting at the seems

With high impact

I embark upon 30

30

It takes a moment to set in

Realize the final ringing of the bell

Not an ending

But a closing

Reaching back at this point

Has no meaning

Worthless in my attempts

My vain grabs at last seconds commence

As ten years of live conclude

I had counted down the months

Since I knew

27 turned 28

No big deal

28 turned 29

No 30 was in sight

And tonight

Tonight it sits quite real

Real indeed

It came so quick on my

With high velocity speed

So I reject with no anger or remorse

I will let time do it’s just course

Submit to the seconds that will bring about change

In my mind, body, and soul

I will celebrate my own growing old

But as these last moments unfold

I hope that I can do better in the next ten

No regrets

But not letting up

Seeing the next decade to the end

Age brings about wisdom

Which in turn sets me free

As I embark blindly

Upon the journey

Of turning 30

Wiley Uncertain Progress

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We were safe for a couple days

Laid up down south

And feeling strange

Unusual rather than usual

Not pampered but

Taken care of

As a musician this is luxury

Unknown

Until this moment

We behold

My wife and I relish in

Wiley uncertain progress

But today we hold each other close

Knowing we have a certain relaxation

Safe in moments exhalations

We cherish the wild open future

And relish the present