Time back in the old neighborhood
Where it feels right
So good
Parking late night journeys
Leading to a morning early
Seeing the skyline
With a dusty cloud sitting
Just above the tall buildings proud
Good to be back in the city
Advice Index
Running down
The lists
Of avenues
Of context
Taken away or added
Looking for hope
Never felt so
Dramatic
If we can’t work together
Then there is no path forward
Nothing for us to look
Forward to
Seeing each other through
In a day
When all the words seem
To melt away
Into the deep grey unknown
Looking for the world
Seeking a home
With each other
One as one
Each our sister
Each our brother
Confusing musings
Of the art
Of distraction
Artificial attraction
The powerful few
Direct their efforts
To distract
The main crew
Abstractions of actions
And intent
No actions made
No messages sent
So how to tell the truth
Of the few
When lying is a standard
Act of the new forces
What I knew
I had to relearn
Over And over
Again
Blasted temptation
A wide as a mile
As potent
Fragile
Hope looks up
Desperation down
Looking for the good
Sometimes
Even gets me down
A metered approach
When the pain
Meets the brain
In moments of doubt
And confusion
Slowed down
To adapt to the motion
Listening to the muscles
Listening to the brain
Moving slow
When we are in pain
Send the check
As fast as you can
Hand it over
Just as we planned
Cover the bull
And the bill
Some loose change will do
Hold up the hundred so you can see
Through
Hope check sent in the mail
Held onto and saved
To a forest path
It has been paved
A tale of two friends
Destiny begins
When fate ends
Around the corner
A separate situation
No preface needed
And no intimidation
Hope and dreams
Caught in the seems
Between two friends
As a message resends
No apology needed
When the conversation is heated
Between two friends
And that’s where this story
Ends
Poetry day
Words on the lips
Feelings in the bones
Up the leg
And out the hips
Sunday
A day of reflection
Some say
But today
For me
Is poetry day
A Cup of Songwriting 