There comes a point
When the life you dream
Becomes the life you live
There is no slowing down
No retreat
What you have to give
Must be in high quality
And on repeat
The dedication becomes meditation
Reaching for the highest moment
Unknown
The moments continue to grow
To make new opportunities
The moments can be less
About what you do
They begin to define
You
The unknown path of success
Teeters as much in my hands
As it does at rest
It balances not with my abilities
Talents or goodwill
It will find a line curved
Sloped sideways
And up a hill
The great challenge is to wait
Undisturbed
Knowing that I am
Unacquainted with the ways of success
It must pass from my hands
Through the eyes of onlookers
Into ears and slowly through hearts
Then it must make it way
Back out through the mouth
To adhere to other ears
Drumming to the sound of what is new success
These ears must then determine if my notes
Pass their discernment test
For which at this point
I have no possession of fluent success
It is now in the air we breathe
The sights we see
It is out there tucked away
Against the mess
Somehow
I can not define
What is success
The inconsolable sociopath
Taking note of what to destroy
Along the path
It is sad
That little can be done for such sadness
How can I reflect on my own faults
Weaknesses and shortcomings
Undone and left for incomplete
I wake in the morning
To refine the nimbleness of the fingers
Mind and stretch the soul
I will admit that my own weakness
Is that I can not slow down
Take hold
But if we search for only the shortcomings
Of one another
We will be sorely disappointed
None can claim perfection as a profession
Such naysayers can have such perfusion
A fusion feeding the needing soul
Passing through this life
Looking for the simple imperfections to hold on to
I pass over this
Wake up again and let it go to rest
There is only so much stress
I stay cool
Under the real life test
Unwarranted threats
How does this feel justified
Changing stories
Not clarified
The word pushers
Try to pale my face
With willful words
Undignified
I keep a cool head
As I am not afraid of hot headed fears
Orchesrated golden needs
We share a meal
Table side
While others plan lies
The last chance money dive
This is the face of reality
Looking at me
Straight in the eye
The light inside of me will not go out
I won’t get down
I know what it means to move on
Let go of everything
And hold hope
In the songs I sing
How much plastic must be shoved in my face
Through my eyes and in my brain
From the plastics on the television
To the faces injected and filled
After incision
Are we a deliberate plastic culture
Seizing every opportunity
And financial gains like vultures
How is it that this is the specimen
Of us
We cultured
From the blabbing heads with fake lips
The reality shows full of fake tits
One morning it just hit
We are a culture of pure plastic
There is a song that can be played
Over a thousand times and
Never ring old or untrue
A song that is played at wedding times
A song that is by your side in difficult times
To help see you through
To jump on in pure celebrations
To lean on in times of sadness and frustration
There is a couple of chords
A melody so light and easy
That it is played for someone in a wedding gown
Or when you have to lay a loved one down
It can draw tears in the morning
As the sun becomes anew
Falling tears touching cheeks
As water trickles on grass
In the morning dew
There is a song
Played in these time of jubilation
But also in times of desperation
It is a song that celebrates life
But also reflects on what is right
What is right is that there is a song
A song that exists in all of us
That we must sing to each other
From my soul to you
So we can see each other through
There are days
When the end lays ahead
A clear finish
Instead of a benchmark
Days when my soul can rest easy
My mind I can appease
Yet on other days
There is this
Infinite tease being played on me
This mind wander
Aways second guessed
Slowing thoughts helps to
Slow emotions
That if I can just reach one goal
At a time
I don’t have to set every single one
In motion
So on these days I try to slow down
Realize even walking is an even pace
On this Infinite Race
The bells gently toll along Brooklyn Streets
Reminding us
That this city celebrates and grieves
Lives and breathes
From my studio
You hear the city life come to light
Lighting the sky
Filling the rooms
Walking down Manhattan Avenue
The fog wears heavy on the Manhattan Skyline
Tucked away from view
A sleepy afternoon
The memories of my life
Will be created here
Not in Paris or Tokyo
Rather just east of the Hudson
Learning to go from walking to runnin’
All under the ringing bells
of Brooklyn
If you let the world
Serve you bad coffee
It most certainly will
Some may blast this as
Pretentious
But be cautious
As my case I present
–
I walked slowly
Rolling into the cafe
Dim lit on my way
Through Illinois and Iowa
I could just tell from the sight of her
It was not going to be easy
Uneasy was the feeling
Her stare into mine
But I had to wonder
Is it worth my time
To ask for something
Other than a glass of turpentine
–
I realized this rush was no longer
About coffee or personality
I was unsure if I was afraid
If I should abate my post
Where were these feelings
Overwhelming me
Like the holy ghost
–
She could tell I was uneasy
Pushed hard for me to move on
In a quick minute my mind had reacted
I was going to let her
Her
Win
I was not going to step out of line
I would rather walk away disgruntled
Than to let her get her energy infused to mine
–
As I walked away and the next customer approached
After I was dismally reproached
In such light and airy way she won her way
Exacting my energy from my eyes I would say
–
I opened the door for my fail grandeur
She managed her own will on mine
I was let down
But I soon learned in the quickness of time
It is with certainty
That I can speak certainly
If I do not speak certainly
Than uncertainty will belittle my will
This will leave my ego and soul ill filled
So when the world attempts to push you down
From a simple coffee – blurred old brown
Don’t let the light be pushed away
Sometimes the light is needed
Confidence displayed
The world will accept you
And not push you back
Instead of slowly whimpering
“I’ll just drink my coffee black”
The smallest amount of time
Of distance
From start to finish
From beginning to end
Fathering mile
To resting place
Over 3,000 miles on the earths face
We begin with a push
Knowing full well the end lies
Far far ahead
But we push on
For me
Through poems and songs
From sea to shining sea
From pale white to vivid blue
We see our journeys through
From the boroughs of the city
To the far west LA
Eternal summer fitting
A journey that teaches us to open
Rather than close
To grow
In what you learn
And what you know
A Cup of Songwriting 